From the city of sailors and dreamers of dreams
We have marvellous stories rolling in off the sea
I thought I’d seen everything Anfield to Rome
Welcomed the world to our Liverpool home
Saw Sir Bob Paisley build his mighty red sides
From the phoenix of Shankly a magnificent sight
King Kenny’s grand lads their names up in lights
But nowt shook me up like that Istanbul night
There’s games built for stamina games built for speed
Games that leave everyone down on their knees
There’s games from the backstreets that hoof up the ball
And then there are games that just leave you enthralled
Rafa was bospherus Milan they was slain
And football that night was a whole different game
Then Klopp he arrived with a smile a wide mile
He gave us new swagger Scouse gegenpress style
He built us a team and belief it would grow
With the pink boots of Bobby and the bold heart of Mo
Aye Barca they thought “Auld Big Ears is mine!”
But TAA turned a corner into finest red wine
Through the blood of the redmen pounds a feverous heart
Came the songs of the kopites pouring down to the park
The maelstrom of noise woke the Shanks from his plinth
And the great man he roared “welcome to heaven again!”
Our glorious tales told in banners and flags
Cardiff and Dortmund, we sang, and we danced
Respect for our history but don’t live in the past
30 long years has well taught us that!
The Kop is a thunderous animal lad
Just ask Fat Frank Lampard he’s still wettin’ his pants!
The finest have come here bewitched by the Kop
Then limped off the pitch with their hearts in their socks
So, the legend continues and new songs are heard
For a young man who pulled on the proud Preston shirt
He spoke of Napoleon and built us a team
What a vison it was, Bill Shankly’ s Dream
He had no excuses when you’re first you are first
And you played with your heart a hunger and thirst
In a world full of con-artists, fake-news and spin
Cash can’t buy glory can’t even begin
We live for these moments we treasure these times
And they glow with a fire in this auld heart of mine
It’s a club that’s so special it goes beyond words
But “Liverpool FC” were the first ones I learned
30 long years to the Lord I have prayed
“Let me see Liverpool league champions just once again”
So, here’s to the years of the famine and feasts
To loved ones absent, again we will meet
To the ghost of my childhood, and the father I loved
Our umbilical cord, this grand football club
Oh, what adventures these redmen bequeathed
This what we live for, what more do we need?
For you can keep all your gold and the wealth of the earth
For it’s boss aye it’s sound to be back on our perch!
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6th July 2020 at 6:14 pm
Wow big time Sharon. Congratulations and how amazing Klopp quoting you in the headline. Although a possibly misconstrued comment towards a loyal female fan… if it was defintely towards you!?lol
Also you beat me, re you name on the back the L’pool shirt, because when that lovable rogue Mickey Thomas played for Chels (who I still also follow ) alongside my number one local team Forest Green +Dulwich Hamlet and Whitehawks, names weren’t yet on ther back of shirts. They came in around 93/94 I think? .
Can’t believe we’ve been running this site ev’ry day for 20 years! Remember Parry’s Post ! Hope all’s good with you through Covid. All the best Sharon
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30th June 2020 at 4:12 pm
Liverpool worthy Champions for 2019 / 2020.
And worth it too, to get another very special poem from Sharon!
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11th May 2020 at 11:11 am
Hi Alex,
what a fabulous poem!
It captures the essence of non-league football, and the travel involved to and from matches.
“Gathering on a Thames island for a sing-song”: possibly Eel Pie Island back in the 60s or 70s, a local venue that I never went to, but watched recently on a documentary.
I’ll count myself as one of these few Met fans!
I played on saturdays (SAL), but pre or post our season, I’d be supporting the Blues / football.
Given my ‘manor’, I’d be at either:
Stamford Bridge, or
Brentford, or
Imber Court, or
the Beveree (for Hampton, as was – now Hampton and Richmond Borough).
Imber Court holds a lot of fond memories for our family – it’s where we went on a regular basis to let off steam. I could cycle there safely with pals any time I wanted.
I watched Wimbledon champions in their early days there (venue for Junior qualifiers);, watched Chelsea train there for one pre-season (and grabbed a left behind sweaty shirt! Still have it – and yes, washed!).
Dad wasn’t much of a fan generally, but he joined me as we watched his friends and colleagues play, so a bonding time for the both of us.
My sister had her wedding reception there, and we had my mother’s funeral reception there earlier this year.
So your poem brought back some very touching personal memories, I thank you profusely for that.
But again, in itself, it is a great poem.
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27th January 2020 at 7:10 pm
The website is actually called Goal Nets and Stanchions.
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13th January 2020 at 4:27 pm
Please insert after line 15 “Where life was hard and occasionally brutal”
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10th January 2020 at 3:19 pm
I meant to write 4th round. Oops !
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23rd December 2019 at 3:07 pm
I loved all Mishi’s poems!
His passion shone through so brightly.
Every club needs a Mishi.
God Rest His Soul.
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21st December 2019 at 10:24 am
Editor Note
Welcome to Football Poets Tony. More please! Keep on.
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10th December 2019 at 11:47 pm
Hi Denys, it’s great to have another Toffee posting on Footy Poets. I haven’t contributed for some time, but if you click my name you’ll find some Everton poems going back several years.
Yes, now we’re all made up about the Chelsea result. And the return of the team spirit. And the two strikers formation.
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21st November 2019 at 10:11 am
Thank you Al and Welcome to Football Poets..
Too often in the shadow and wake of Hillsborough, Bradford and Heysel, your powerful and emotive lines remind us of a tragic day when 66 died and many more were injured at Ibrox .
RIP
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