Good King Rafael

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Good King Rafael looked out
At his captain Steven,
“Come on son!” they heard him shout,
“Time that we got even!”
Brightly swept the Anfield tide,
Though the score was cruel,
When the ball was played out wide,
Straight to Harry Kewell.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Yonder peasant ran and beat
His defender wholly,
Cut it back right to the feet
Of Monsieur Pongolle.
Bobbed the ball into the net,
And the scores were level.
Now the Pool increased the threat,
Scrapping like the devil.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Then into this pulsing game
Came a lad of rare stuff.
Neil Mellor was his name,
A modern David Fairclough.
Barely was he on the pitch
Than he went a-pouncing,
Scored a sweet right-footer which
Sent the home crowd bouncing.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Olympiakos lost their nerve,
The Pool ate them for dinner.
Like a bullet with a swerve,
Gerrard smashed the winner.
The Greeks tried hard but Liverpool
Nipped them like piranhas.
Good King Rafael kept cool,
Anfield went bananas.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/good-king-rafael/