Espying Klopp
¶ 1
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I must go down to the pub again
There’s a football match on Sky
And all I ask is a decent view
Of the screen, with the bar nearby
And the crowd’s heave
And the Kop’s roar
And the sudden surge down the wing
And the old familiar anthems sung
As only the Kop can sing.
¶ 2
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I must go down to the pub again
For the pub on a winter’s day
Is a warm place and a good place
To while the hours away
And all I ask is a Liverpool match
And a decent Liverpool team
That will come to the game
With a dream of fame
That the folk on the Kop can dream.
With thanks, of course, to John Masefield.