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Cold Nights At Anfield

Louise Ann Lacy

Sunday, September 7th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’m cold here beneath the main stand
Sitting in the paddock, scarf around my neck,
Blowing warm breath to warm up my hand
My other arm in plaster from falling on the deck.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The Redmen enter our Anfield ground
Applause and cheers, expectations are high,
Such a wonderful, joyous sound
Scaring the pigeons as they soar to the sky.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The tension and fear is building within
Opposition attack, we have to improve,
The crowd is silent, not making a din
Losing by one we need to find our groove.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We attempt at goal from twenty-five yards
The crowd shout their disapointed cries,
‘You’re not fit to play for us here are your cards’
I keep my mouth shut for I am wise.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I have faith, I know we will score
On this rollercoaster ride of highs and lows,
We will rock their defence to the core
But suddenly I remember I can’t feel my toes!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Stamping the ground to warm my feet
Suddenly Owen is on the break,
‘Go on Owen’ I scream ‘the defence is beat
Put it in the top corner for heaven’s sake!’

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 I close my eyes, I dare not peek
The crowd goes wild for Owen’s strike,
Another goal is what I seek
‘Come on give us another one Mike!’

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 But time is ticking by, the end is drawing near
A draw is better than defeat I feel,
Looking forward to going the pub for a beer
Then suddenly Heskey strikes the ball with his heel!

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 GOAL we scream as the boys celebrate
I’m jumping up and down in disbelief,
Our Redmen truly are great
Although still feeling the cold through my chattering teeth.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 The whistle is blown, the crowd applaud
Our wonderful players who never let us down,
How anyone can come to Anfield and be bored
For we are simply the best in Liverpool town.

© LiverbirdLou

Notes

Even with a broken wrist I couldn’t stay away from Anfield. :o)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/cold-nights-at-anfield/