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Fernando

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I look upon the picture,

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 You, posing down that street with Kenny

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The day you arranged to meet

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Your hero from the past.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I see the Spanish warrior,

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The handsome open face

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 His foot upon the Nike ball,

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Remembering that salmon’s leap

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 And the way your long lithe body rose

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Upward in Old Trafford’s cauldron

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 To make you tower above them all

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 And head home that majestic goal,

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 That forged-in-heaven score.

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 Oh Fernando why did you do it

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 My son keeps asking me.

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 Did Kenny not convince you

17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 That he could built a team around you

18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 Full of fighting, skill and style

19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 That would hold its own, stand equal

20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 With the heroes of the past.

21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 What will he do with that brand new shirt

22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 Scarlet with your name upon it’s back

23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 Now that you have jumped the ship

24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 And headed south to play your game.

25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 Mersey now gives way to Father Thames

26 Leave a comment on verse 26 0 And you’ll walk that pair of hounds

27 Leave a comment on verse 27 0 Along its leafy London banks instead.

28 Leave a comment on verse 28 0 Fernando how can I defend your move

29 Leave a comment on verse 29 0 Against the baying clamouring mob

30 Leave a comment on verse 30 0 That now would rather see you dead

31 Leave a comment on verse 31 0 Since you finally concede

32 Leave a comment on verse 32 0 That every drop of Torres blood

33 Leave a comment on verse 33 0 Does not run truly red.

34 Leave a comment on verse 34 0 Now your tight-lipped secret’s out,

35 Leave a comment on verse 35 0 We know it’s blue instead.

Notes

Editor Note: Welcome Peter ..great stuff!
Fellow long-suffering Blues fans take note…we’ve read the jokes and seen the shirt but the jury’s still out.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/fernando-2/