Rock On, Young Rolly by Jeremy Ruane Wingers are rare birds. A dying breed, they say. But this Jessica Rollings - Boy, can she play! She’ll take on defenders And beat them for fun. There’s no stopping Rolly When she’s on the run! She’s an out and out winger. Left flank or right - It matters not to Rolly When she’s in full flight. It’s a real treat to watch her As she dashes past, Tormenting opponents From first whistle to last. Sometimes she’ll skin them Not once but twice, Then cross - near or far post, It’s inch-perfect, precise! She was treated like **** In two thousand and nine. That’s not what you do To a good friend of mine. To see Rolly struggling, Her confidence battered, Her heart broken, bleeding, Her self-belief shattered … It saddened me deeply. Please, never again. It hurt most of all ‘cause She’s a true champion. She’ll fight tooth and nail For the cause - give her all. But to do so she needs Support - and the ball! By starving a winger You’re killing the game. Would football sans Matthews, Finney, Garrincha, be the same? Our Young Fern, Rolly, Is one out the box. She’s skilful and talented - A cunning young fox. Give her the ball And free reign of the pitch. Cue defenders aplenty Calling Rolly a "b****!" As our vibrant wing wizard Sprints right on past, Running rings round her rivals - Too quick, too fast. And too good to be left On the sidelines again. Rock on, young Rolly - Keep playing your game.