One Trevor Brooking....Theres Only One Trevor Brooking

I grew up playing and watching football with my dad. We were season ticket holders at our local team, West Ham United: "the Academy". It was known as a club where players came up through the ranks, learned their craft and then went on to the big teams who could pay them more money and offer them a shot at championships. Few great players spent their entire career at West Ham, faithful to the team that gave them their start. Trevor Brooking was one such. "The Professor". A hero of the game. 

Havana 23" x 12"

In 2004, my father and I shared some time together in Havana, Cuba, indulging in another of our common passions: architecture.Music fills the air day and night in Cuba. Cafes, bars, restaurants, streetcorners. Theres live music everywhere. And one song rings out again and again, probably the most famous of all Cuban melodies, the popular national anthem, a tune that I had learned as a small boy on the terraces of Upton Park in East London 40 years ago......

Guantanamera

Note of clarification for those interested in Cuban poetry:
The lyrics sung in Cuba are based on the Poetry of Jose Marti and do not include the stanza
"One Trevor Brooking,
Theres only one Trevor Brooking.

One Trevor Broo-king,

Theres only one Trevor Brooking."