Andrew Watson: The 'most influential' black footballer for decades lost to history

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  By Andrew Aloia BBC Sport Last updated on 11 October 2021 11 October 2021 . From the section Football Watson was a trailblazer who helped transform how football was played There are two murals of black footballers facing one another across an alleyway in Glasgow. One helped shape football as we know it, the other is Pele. Andrew Watson captained Scotland to a 6-1 win over England on his debut in 1881. He was a pioneer, the world's first black international, but for more than a century the significance of his achievements went unrecognised. Research conducted over the past three decades has left us with some biographical details: a man descended of slaves and of those who enslaved them, born in Guyana, raised to become an English gentleman and famed as one of Scottish football's first icons. And yet today, 100 years on from his death aged 64, Watson remains something of an enigma, the picture built around him a fractured one. His grainy, faded, sepia image evokes many differen

AT LONG LAST

I love you with all my heart
Wishes are crippling my mind
My soul wants the best for you
For you bring light into my life
You bring happiness
Your presents always give me comfort
During tough times and times of joy.
I have adopted myself to you
And God has always filled my cup with water.
Enhancing a flourishing way of life
Whose graph is always at the pinnacle?
The top most, we cherished.
Time and time has passed,
The dry North Westerly winds has blown through
With its inland temperatures, dry without moisture.
Engulfing the whole surrounding
Leaving my cup dry, I felt like am in a desert.
Totally dry with nowhere to seek refuge.
The wind has gone with all l had
Leaving me in the darkness, no love, no happiness
Nor the comfort I use to enjoy.
Deep inside my heart l am burning, l pray to God
For they say his will shall prevail and in him my cup will be filled again.
Hello my love, hello my darling hello hello hello………………..
I wish if the wind could  blow and have not blown with you.
For its destiny we don’t know.


Far beyond my reach, the trumpets may be blown
Drums beaten and may not reach your ears.
Day and night l pray oh Lord may you fill my cup, my cup, my cup……………
I believe one day the south easterly winds will blow
Filled with moist oceanic currencies. Filling my cup?
Bringing back my love, my happiness and everything in it.
The light from the darkness
That glows and shine like the sun
Sunshine?
In God l trust.


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