In September's gentle sun, '85's embrace, Alan was born with a bright hopeful face. Trish cradled her son, a mother so proud, With brothers—Gary, Derek, Daz, Ryan—aloud. Now forty years on, with a life richly spun, A football dad, with two lively sons. Callum and Ollie by Ciara's side, In laughter and love, their lives abide. Ocean by nickname, his eyes a deep blue, Grumpy at times, but his heart's always true. Watching all sports, and cheering out loud, With Man United, he's eternally vowed. From varied jobs, he's worn many a hat, Old Trafford, the field of his dreams, where he's sat. The best tea maker, with a jammy cake flair, In family moments, he’s truly rare. Life's mosaic crafted, each piece with a gleam, Alan's story unfolds like a perennial stream. Here's to the years, to memories made, To a life well-lived, and the mark he's laid.