I asked chatGPT to write me a poem about McGinnIn the heart of the pitch, where dreams begin,John McGinn, a maestro, a football kin.With skillful strides and vision keen,He dances on the grass, a midfield scene.Through the tackles and crowded space,McGinn weaves with both power and grace.A player of passion, relentless might,In every match, he’s a glorious sight.From Villa Park’s roar to Hampden’s call,His dedication stands tall.A warrior in claret and blue,John McGinn, the pitch’s truest hue.Goals celebrated, victories sung,His legacy, forever young.In the beautiful game, a shining star,John McGinn, both near and far.
And it is worth noting he has been with us on the journey from the championship to here - on his way to legend status for me. Let's hope he lifts some silverware with us to cement his position.
I can't remember which game it was, but he got booed to the rafters when he came off in one game. That whole period seems a long time ago now.