Goin the Match (lookin’ back not in anger)

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Wrapped up in red warm in the scarf
Red jersey on are we goin’ by bus or car?
Place on the kop with a dozen of me mates
Come ‘ed Dad we’re gonna be late

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Raised on Keegan Smithy and Clem
Shankly’s Kings the Anfield men
And now we have Bob Paisley’s troops
Dalglish Souness Hansen too

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Half time pies and a lukewarm bovril
A fight for the bogs and a razor sharp bog roll
The Kop starts singin and the redmen play
Heavin on the kop we’re gonna be seasick again

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Packed like sardines out on the red sea
There’s a puddle neath me trainies but it wasnt me
After the game we head off down the street
Eatin’ chips wrapped in paper as we try to copy Dalglish.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 24th january 2004


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/goin-the-match-lookin-back-not-in-anger/