150th Goal King
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Michael Owen, goal king of Anfield
For 7 years he has reigned supreme.
Creating chances, scoring goals,
Enhancing the world’s greatest team.
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He’s just scored his 150th goal,
With a Liverbird gracing his chest.
Form may be temporary, but class is forever
Mikey’s class marks him out from the rest.
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He terrifies the defenders,
As he shimmies on right past.
And once they’re in his shadow,
The ball’s goal-bound with a blast.
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Michael Owen, goal king of Anfield,
We raise up our glasses to you.
Here to the next 150 you score,
And here’s to being Red and not Blue!
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