The L’pool TaG Team
¶ 1
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Torres races through like lightning
His burning boots a blaze of red
Gerrard bosses from the midfield
The pitch is his no angels tread
He kissed the camera ‘fore the faithful
Paisley laughed and shook his head
Torres rose a mersey salmon
His bullet boots a blur of red.
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