1965 Bill Shankly’s Dream (Liverpool 3 Inter Milan 1)
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A team built with passion and driven with pride
Their football the finest a true champion’s side
The dream of Bill Shankly about to be born
In the boots of St. John and the heart of Moran
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Lawler and Sir Roger Rowdy and Smith
Big Tommy Lawrence our own flying pig!
The Kop in full voice roared the Redmen each man
“Go back to Ital-ee” to the Inter they sang
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Anfield the fortress her walls stood so firm
And a new football lesson Herrera was about to learn
He brought with him Mazzola Facchetti and Jair
But they couldn’t compete with Cally’s brave heart
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A volley from Sir Roger left Sarti for dead
And when Cally drove his home it was 2-1 to the Reds
Our lads hadn’t finished one more was to come
From a rebound he pounced the great Ian St. John
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We split them with precision and played like pure gold
It was a long way from Reykjavik, Anderlecht and Cologne
And Herrera distraught to the pressmen he bleated
“We’ve been beaten before but tonight we were defeated”
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