Count jugular
¶ 1
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Champions League Semi Final first leg, Stamford Bridge
a barnstorming match – or a Bram Stoker match?
¶ 2
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The red mist will descend tonight
with Scousers skewering the Kings Road
in a kebab of kerfuffle and hope
with their kinetics of kinship and pride
sending “you’ll Never Walk Alone” reverberating
into even the pores, of ‘er indoors
¶ 3
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But they’ll be secretly welcomed –
for we envy them their history
we crave ther legacy
and we wish to elevate
the Special One, onto a par with Shanks
and so tonight…
Tonight : we’ll swoop like vampires
and draw goals like blood
for the beating of Benitez and his boys
will be a lustful revenge!
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