Football Poets

Istanbul

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It was cup final night in Istanbul,
And the ref had just blown half time,
All the Reds around the world,
Looked to heaven for a sign,

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 God was drinking his co-co,
And reading a good book,
When Shankly hammered on his door,
Screaming “Boss ya gotta look!”,

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Together they turned the TV on,
And watched the unholy score,
“This must be the work of the Devil” said God,
“Get Bob in here and shut the door”,

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Together they made a plan,
To turn the game around,
“It’s gonna take more than holy intervention” said Shanks,
“It needs a heavenly sound”.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “But there is no choir of angels
That could lift those players hearts”,
As Liverpool sat in the dressing room,
Waiting for the pain of the 2nd half to start,

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 “Listen” said Bob with a knowing smile,
“We don’t have to worry”,
“Grab your coat and get Emlyn”,
“Quick Lad, we have to hurry”!

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Shanks stood proud in the dressing room,
Telling Raffa what to say,
While Bob listened in on Milan’s plans,
For information he could relay,

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Emlyn sat in between the Kop,
To cheer the supporters up,
Not one person in the world,
Thought that the Reds would lift that cup,

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Then somewhere in the distance,
A shout–“WE CAN TAKE OLD BIG EARS HOME!”,
Then we got engulfed in the heavenly sound,
Of “You’ll Never Walk Alone”.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 The song lit up the dressing room,
Bill smiled “Our work is done”,
Bill Shankly, Bob and Emlyn,
They knew the cup was won.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 For there is no choir of angels,
That can out sing the Kop,
No golden harps or trumpets,
Can knock us off the top,

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 God had a word with Paisley,
He asked “Are you sure, there’s lots more to play?”
“The cups going home to Anfield” said Bob,
“I know, it’s the Liverpool way.”

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Shanks nodded his head with delight,
“He is correct sir, isn’t he Hughes?”
Emlyn sagely answered,
“We’ve lit the glowing red fuse”,

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 “And woken up the world’s best player”,
“The famous Liverpool Red twelfth man”,
“Just sit back and watch how the Kop play”,
“The shouting will kill off Milan”.

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 So as a Red never disrespect,
The players in our team,
With us all shouting for them,
We will all realize our dreams.

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 YNWA.

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