#fcgroningen

THE MILKMAN

Bravely you crawl into “the iron monster “and with a strong smile, taciturely, yes without words,
a nice piece of light goes out in the North.
It's November nine, 2006, our Oosterpark is no longer.
Kick-off has been taken, and this hurts you too.

Thoughts go back, gosh, where to start, there's so much to say.
Your life, Piet, is hard to explain.

You've meant so much to us, you never left us.
There was one little trip, but no... it's no benefit.
Lena got homesick, you were baseless, you especially Piet, but certainly also your wife.
You returned quickly without thinking, and until the end you remained faithful to us.

It was like your own beloved pigeons gave an undistracted look at home.
Because as a flight is for a pigeon, FC Groningen was life for you.

In the middle of the Oosterparkwijk, in 1936 you came into the world.
Your father Geert was the first to see your talent and had taken you to Velocitas pretty soon.

This was the Oosterparkers a bit against the sore leg, but the acceptance grew fast.
And at the Velo, you were happy, comfortable in your skin.

This didn't go unnoticed and Otto Bonsema brought you to GVAV in 1956.
It soon became 'your club' and the name changed to the FC around '71.

You were a real leader, a natural, a winner, and you played football with foot and mouth.
You knocked many opponents, strongly dominating against the ground.
Formidable game insight, excellent pedaling technique and above all an iron mentality.
Yet you, Mister FC Groningen, especially radiated by your great sobriety.

No pooha, you were “just “Pietje...
15 years midfielder, 484 matches, 82 goals, yet a compliment was hard to hear.
Yes, even if you wore the orange shirt six times, there was no party even when you managed to score for the Netherlands.

The work as a milkman went on and six days a week is really not overcounted.
Rise around half past six, work hard, and in the evening you were just back on the field.

In busy times Tonny van Leeuwen came to help you, your relationship should not be forgotten.
You were like a father and losing him so fast, no one could know.
Your silent wish to stand next to him one more time has not yet come true.

Piet Fransen, you were a real primal Groninger, a milkman and caring for your customers.
You were a midfielder, a leader, and you knew about mittens.
You were a pigeon fancier and, you know, to me, you were a human being.
And one day, I look forward to it already, the fulfillment of your last wish will come.

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