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From Walton Breck Road to Istanbul (Byzantium or bust)

Mavis Cruet

Wednesday, May 11th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 So we’re on our way to Byzantium
With our EEEGOOOR Biscantium
The deep red mersey’s ships set sail
With fans from Kirkby, Bootle and Kirkdale

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Jose’s boys they came and saw
If they could manage more than a draw
With Rafa who is Bosphorus
The Kop sucked in its cheeks and scored for us

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The grand old stadium shook its heart
And tore the Chelsea dreams apart
For money leaves you on your knees
When you’re out the final of Champions League

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So yeah we’re 5th in the EPL
The blue nose hoardes they sing and yell
Wenger’s moanin’ the mancs as well
“Liverpool in the final, is it frozen in hell?”

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So grab your banners kopites all
And tell your ma its 5 not 4
And pack your dreams into your boots
And say a prayer when Cisse shoots

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Come on you reds you mighty reds
Its all been done and all been said
A page in history waits to be written
For Rafa’s name with Shankly Paisley Fagan

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 To Istanbul then 25th May
We’re ridin’ glory’s horse again
Ac Milan they’ll take a look
As near as they’ll get to the Euro Cup.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 best read with a sort of Roger McGough nasally scouse accent.

Notes

sorry eds, cant spell me!
best read with a sort of Roger McGough nasally scouse accent.

no offence to Chelsea either, some of your fans were sound like after the game, got talking to a couple of La’s, all boss like 😉 nice one over the mancs too:)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/from-walton-breck-road-to-istanbul-byzantium-or-bust/