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First Match

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Lethal isn’t it?
Taken to the game when
You’re just a kid
Holdin’ your Dad’s hand
Waitin’ all week
Can’t sleep
Is it Saturday yet?
The shirt
The scarf
The dreams
And the walk down the terraces
And the new sounds begin to fill
Your ears
Your heart
The push through the turnstile
Lifted up onto your Dad’s shoulders
The safest place
And the best view in the world
And from this day forth
You know you’ll never walk alone
This is Anfield?
Christ no!
This Is Heaven!

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Notes

ParryMaguire (2004)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/first-match/