A Sliver of…Hope.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A gunmetal sky was prevalent above the Fulham Road
Our hopes seemed slim, irrelevant but as fans you have to go.
With some Football Combination boys and South East Counties stock
We turned up to make a load of noise and hopefully spring a shock.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Like lambs being led to slaughter, a young team sure to lose
The Shed was packed wall to wall, with optimistic Blues
It’s Liverpool Champions of Europe we surely can’t win the game
There was scant room in our stadium for ye of little faith.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I remember drooling in the stands as them Scousers took the field
There was Lawro, Dalglish, Hansen, Joey Jones and Thompson. Phil.
They’d bought a massive following which as champions you’d expect
Our team would offer but token resistance, and bundles of respect.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 With damage limitation our number one concern
Fear turned to sheer elation when Joey Jones got burned.
We were on a roll and a second goal seemed like it would come
When Jock Finnieston got in and had a go, grey skies let in the sun.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Joey Jones’s nightmare seemed some what complete
When he mared a suicidal back pass to Tommy Langley’s feet
Who chipped it over the advancing Clemence, in to an empty net
As Crazy Horse went ballistic, a scary sight I’ll not forget.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 When Clive Walker scored his second, we were home and dry
Shellito’s team had won the day, we were shell-shocked with surprise
Jones never played for Liverpool again, was Walker the sole reason?
Who cares. We won the game and were relegated that next season.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Ecstasy rocked the jam packed streets, our corner had been turned
Bob Paisley and his team of greats, had got it’s fingers burned
There’s nothing like an upset in The FA Cup to raise morale
But this highlight of that season in 1978, turned out to be shallow.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 In those days we’d so many managers, we change them every week
Our stadium had almost skint us, we had rows of empty seats
As our season turned to mediocrity and excuses kinda of lame
I fondly recall a sliver of hope, I felt from this one game!



It’s Jan 1978, a fully loaded up Liverpool team visit us in the FA Cup and we’re expecting to get totally meullered. We’re almost skint, playing kids and reserves and finding it tough going to send out an half decent team for the game.

Then a quite beautiful thing happens, we beat them 4-2 and all of a sudden we’re gonna win The League, The World Cup, The Eurovision Song Contest, everything. All sparked off by one inspired win.

Some weeks later our young manager resigns and we’re back in the proverbial again and the following season…relegation. The highs and lows of being a football fan instigated by just….one great result.

And you know what? I wouldn’t change any of it.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-sliver-of-hope/