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Bob Paisley said “It was no game for the connoisseur,
I dont think there were 20 passes in the match ”
But he couldn’t hide the sadness in his north eastern burr,
As the chants rang out, about Big Bobby Latch .
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Seven long, painful years, three hundred and sixty two weeks,
Since Everton tasted victory, over Liverpool,
Who’d conquered Europe, FA Cups and Leagues,
It was a terrible time to be at school .
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Watching the Reds pass, on an open topped bus
carrying various trophies they’d won,
I’d asked, “Dad, how come they always beat us?”
He said, “Because we’re Everton, Son.”