A heavy cloud hang over the whole a Jamaica today, and the spirit of the track and field world catch a real blow. The news reach every corner of the island, from the hills of St. Andrew down to the plains of Kingston, that one of our most legendary coaches, a man who name synonymous with gold medals and world records, has passed on. It hard for even the strongest man to find words when a giant like Francis leave the field for the final time.
For years, this man was the engine behind some of the fastest humans to ever step foot on a track. He never just look at an athlete as a runner; he saw them as a project of excellence. When the world used to think Jamaica only could produce natural talent, Francis was the one who show them that we have the technical brain and the discipline to match anybody, anywhere. He was a master of the craft, a man who could look at a sprinter's stride and see the tiny adjustments needed to shave off a millisecond that would turn a silver medal into a gold one.
The atmosphere at the National Stadium and the training grounds feel different now. You can almost hear the ghost of his whistle and the echoes of his firm instructions. He never was one for the fluff or the fancy talk; he was about the work. If you come to the track, you come to put in the grit. Because of that tough love and that unwavering vision, the black, green, and gold flag fly high on the Olympic stage more times than we can count. He take "lickle" Jamaica and make it the sprinting capital of the universe.
Nuff athletes feeling the pain right now because he wasn't just a coach to them; he was a mentor, a father figure, and a man who believe in them when the rest of the world was doubtful. He build a legacy that not even time can wash away. Every young youth who put on a pair of spikes in the morning to chase a dream is walking on the path that Francis help to pave. His name carve deep into the history books of world athletics, and his influence will keep on running for generations to come.
So today, we salute a titan. We say "nuff respect" to a man who give him whole life to the sport and to the people of this country. Even though the finish line come for him sooner than we would a want, he finish him race well. The tracks might be a bit quieter tonight, but the fire he light in the hearts of our champions will never go out. Rest well, Coach. The work you do stay firm, and the glory you bring to the Rock will never be forgotten.