Football Poets

Charlton Women 1-0 Everton Ladies
Charlton made it third time lucky by
easing to victory against Everton
in the FA Women’s Cup final at Upton Park.

(2nd May 2005)

Our Rafa
Who art at heaven
Hallow’d be thy name
Thy Redman come
To Istanbul
From Anfield all the way
Give us this day
The Champions League
And lead us on into glory
For thine is the gaffa
We sing thee La […]

Is a Steven Gerrard goal
And the Kop End faithful cheered
The Captain’s right foot blessed boot
Had God in heaven out his seat

So Steven give us miracles
And part the sea of blue
Split Frank and Terry up for […]

Red shirts oh deep red
Emblazoned with history
The LiverBird silent in her vigil
Whilst her sons and daughters
Choose well
Pulling on the red jersey
Smoothing down the creases
As fingers reverently outline
The […]

They tell me heaven is a far off place
And a land where few have been
But the fields on which my dreams are cravin’
A thousand times I’ve seen
The grass is green as emerald’s shinin’
The blessed turf of glory […]

All stout hearted sons and daughters of Anfield
These songs we are singing the best yet to be
In praise of all redmen and tales of their victories
Calling us home from the land and the sea
Oh legends and heroes […]

There have been so many great names all down the years
Legendary Reds we’ve loved and cheered
Some who wore our hearts as crowns
They made us Kings and made us proud
From the Scottish soil the 3 Jocks left
To […]

The team of Yeats, Byrne and St John
Thompson and Lawler and an iron called Tom
Led in the red by the bold Gordon Milne
And there’s Tommy Lawrence our own flying pig!

Legends of Anfield with the ball at their […]

They played with committment
They played with such pride
Those wonderful teams
Those great Anfield sides
From the sixties with Shankly
When the Beatles were kings
And the Kopites in full voice
Taught the whole […]

We’ve seen so many stars shine
Here it’s hard to pick just one
From Shanks to Bob who wait an heir
Will Rafa be the Chosen One?
Sir Roger Hunt a feast of goals
The keepers all gave up
St Etienne sent back to […]

Once upon a timeless dream
An angel robed in red
Came down from heaven’s shining throne
And turned to me and said
“When all seems lost and troubles gain
And anguish crowns thy heart
When shadows gather all […]

Fathers Mothers Sons and Daughters
Blood on blood forever bound
Stand in The Kop and sing the legends
Who play upon this hallowed ground

Oh miracles oh glories deeds
Much more than this we ask?
What golden cups […]

A team made in heaven of Princes and Kings
There’s Aldo and Rushie and Kenny Dalglish
Alec Lindsay at left back threads passes to Kev
Whilst Heighway’s an angel wearing the red

There’s Lawler and Hall and Big Ron […]

By the banks of The Mersey singing my songs
Telling tales of heroes now sadly long gone
But here in my heart those legends remain
Still gracing the park in the Liverpool Way

The Liver Bird nestles with pride on […]

New dreams to dream
So tell me Ma
Of glory days so long ago

Upon this turf
Immortal here
Shankly, Paisley, Smokin’ Joe

Moses Noah
Ian St John
Father Son and Holy Ghost

But past is past
We hail new Kings
Carra […]

Who needs titles from ministers
When you’ve 4 Euro Cups under the pillow
The past casts its ghosts off from the pier
One looks to the sea
One looks to the land
But both LiverBirds
Beneath the calm red skies
Live […]

With history are lessons learned
The days have given names
Euro Cups that number 4
League Titles glory games
The songs begin to sing again
The dreams race to the skies
For Greatness is a wedding gown
And we’re its only bride.

The Scot Peter Cormack with a good eye for goal
Shankly’s last piece of the jigsaw brave and bold
Jan Molby our great Dane using space like John Glenn
Phil Neal gets the nod for taking our pens

Gary Ablett a red […]

So many false promises and fading dawns
Of titles gone begging and hopes left forlorn
Gone were the days when we spoke of the nights
Champions of Europe, Bob Paisley our guide
Seventeen years since the reds were […]

A team made from Lawler, Cally and Hall
Ian St John and give Sir Roger the ball
Big Tosh touches heaven and grazes his head
Whilst King Kev passes Vogts in a blaze of pure red

There’s Terry Mac racing and scoring […]