Football Poets

Grand Old Club

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Our great club was born in 1892
When we parted ways with the boys in blue
11 true men the first to wear the red
Called on the faithful so the gospel would be spread
Good men found to fight for the cause
They’d bang in goals and run through walls
Poured joy in our hearts and made us proud
And songs we’d sing they rocked the ground

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The wonderful football red-blooded soul
Dalglish’s angles, Rushies goals
Big Clem a colossus his legend grows
Allowed Neal and Smithy upfield to stroll
For every man we’d stand and roar
Our front-line troops and strong back four
Thommo under Shankly quick to learn
Scared the hell out of attackers with his bloody perm!

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Digger fearless ruled the wings
Whilst Beardo sprouted in his boots springs
And every man would use the space
Whilst goalies hid from Jimmy Case
Danny Murphy learned at Crewe
To change his ways and keep his boots
And when he drove one past the Mancs
You could hear the cheers all down the East Lancs

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I can still see Em with the European Cup
His Wembley tears all dried up
Jocky with precision his passing assured
But poor Rob Jones is still tryin’ to score!
Jim Beglin bagged the double of the league and FA Cup
Neale and Barney moved on whilst Steve Nicol stepped up
Aldo’s barrels brought by the king home
And every time he scored the ghost of Billy Dean groaned

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 They say when the great Billy Liddell played
22 on the opposition couldn’t get in his way
They came on to the pitch with nets and traps
In a vain attempt to peg him back
From heaven’s fields the gracious peace
That came with Heighways’ flying feet
His boots would cut and slice like knives
And split defences open wide

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Oh the times of Robbie Fowlers shooting gallery
And the heart attacks that followed Us 4 Newcastle 3
Peter Thompson’s tricks could outwit the Holy Ghost
Passed through Hollins then Bonetti they didn’t get close
There was Razor stroking passes along the floor
To the feet of Kevin Keegan and a win for us assured
The fall of Gladbach, Roma, Real and Bruges
There were times I believed that we would never lose

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 All the other teams would plot and scheme
Of ways to deal with the skills of Kenny D
Defenders they’d be left on their hand and knees
Slain on the swords of The Anfield King
Cally was a hymn, St John was a psalm
Shankly was the architect who built our journey to the stars
With skills so sweet the Angels sighed
“We wish we had players like that on our side!”

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Stevie G The Kopites choice
They sing his name the home-grown boy
He lives the dream he wears the red shirt
And on his chest The Liverbird
Big Sami in 2001 brought the Cup Treble home
And proved sometimes silver can glisten like gold
St. Michael Owen 100 great goals
But to beat Sir Roger Hunt 145 more to go

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 On Holy Ground these tactics born
To pass and move find space and score
The teaching’s simple and plain to see
Brought us countless cups, and 18 Leagues
For success there always is a key
Luck plays has a role but the star is consistency
Walk on the reds with heads held high
We pray the hallowed day draws nigh

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Pass and Move The Gospel teaches
Possession’s bride from patience preached
Bob, Bill and Joe read from this lesson
All good things then will come to ye
This grand old team this grand old club
Built on dreams and fed with love
Great names there were, great names to be
But win lose or draw Liverpool’s the only club for me.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd january 2004

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