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“Liverpool will have a lot of fun with Jones” – Klopp

At last
As a saggy baggy auld arse
I get the chance for headline dreams
My name in lights on a Liverpool shirt
After all these years
From the wastelands of playgrounds
The silent parks that held my winning goals
Before time scythed me with tackles
Disguised as love
But always Liverpool Fc walking me on
Putting smiles in my heart
Even tho my bones groan
This Jones is proud, a youth again.

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Strangers Behind A Mask

here in these times with the sadness we’ve seen
just like we’re watching a film on a screen
science or fiction it’s tricky to say
feel like a child who can’t go out to play
you say it’s easing and lockdown will end
promising we’ll be together again
football is back but it’s not like back before
and we can still watch but it’s diff’rent for sure
we will be patient and stick to the task
but we are still strangers behind a mask
look at the news and there’s nothing to say
I feel embarrassed enjoying the day
me I’m conditioned to keeping my space
a thief or a robber whose hiding his face
I see you coming and you see me too
but as you draw closer do I move or you?
conspiracy theories are raging like wars
but games they continue behind these closed doors
I watch but it’s soulless and not like the past
and I’m still a stranger behind a mask
you tell me this virus is moving away
we know it’s still here though whatever you say
feels like it’s moving too swiftly for me
all for the sake of the economy
stadiums empty with cardboard for fans
and when we can come back is just not in the plans
clubs may go under or struggle in darkness
some will survive and just go on regardless
jobs they are going like tea from a flask
and we are still strangers behind a mask
waiting and longing for something to change
in the new normal where ev’rything’s strange
I think of the lives that have vanished and gone
taken away as the world stumbles on
when this is over we’ll look back and sigh
we will be grateful and thankful and try
to put into action what we have learned
lessons and trials and pages we’ve turned
voices will rise like a flame from a spark
no longer strangers behind a mask
we will be stronger and we will be one
we will rebuild all the damage that’s done
we will return to the life of a fan
stood on our terrace or sat in our stand
we will be back we will sing we will cheer
making creating a new atmosphere
no more the fear in the dark of the night
alive with the courage and hope in the light
back with our mates with no questions to ask
no longer strangers behind a mask

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Champions crash down to earth

Manchester City 4-0 Liverpool

A guard of honour it is
Before the Etihad car crash
It was to be expected
After a week on the lash

So a strong start with no goals
Followed by a period of disjoint
That mega leads been reduced
To a paltry twenty points

Sterling forces a penalty
De Bruyne doesn’t miss
Sterling and Foden seal it
From Ox the goodnight kiss

02 07 20

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The Walk

Inspired by “The Wind” by RLS Robert Louis Stevenson
& by the anthem of Gerry & The Pacemakers

I saw you tear apart each team
To keep alive your burning dream;
And all around I heard such praise
In your quest for more glory days;

You’ll Never Walk “allein” – align
The Kop all together – cloud nine

I saw the different things you did
To keep alive your title bid;
You kept in form, you kept it tight
Attacked and fought with all your might;

You’ll Never Walk “allein” – align
The Kop all together – cloud nine

And so to you the spoils all told
You were too good, you wouldn’t fold;
Joining Jurgen in joyful schnapps
We can but bow and doff our caps!

You’ll Never Walk “allein” – align
The Klopp all together – cloud nine

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The Liverbird is standing tall perched

The Liverbird is standing tall

Wake up Bob come look my friend, no more we have to wait
The fans are singing all our songs outside our famous gates
There’s smiles upon their faces there’s also lots of tears
I think they’ve won the title Bob,like we did all those years
They’re chanting about a german messiah,his name is Jurgen Klopp
The Liverbird is standing tall perched at the very top
Oh Shanks Bob says I hope you’re right,we’ve waited a decade or 3
Klopp will be a legend now just like you and me
Banners they are swinging and the flags wave up so high
There’s lots of happy souls up here who were Reds before they died
Bob our team are title winners,Champions once again
Etched in Liverpool folklore with previous great red men
Who’s your favourite player Shanks, is it Mane,Hendo or Mo
Or maybe Trent who passes to Bobby Firmino
Bob I will go for Virgil he’s a Rolls Royce on two feet
With Allison behind him he’s the king of the clean sheet
We can’t forget Joe Gomez or wee Robbo on the ball
And Gini or James Milner who’d go through many a brick wall
I think we’ll sing a song Shanks for all the happy souls
Who have saw the champions play all year and cheered for all our goals.

“We are Liverpool tra la la la la
We are Liverpool tra la la la la la
We are Liverpool tra la la la la
We’re the best football team in the land…by far
We are Champions tra la la la la
We are Champions tra la la la la la
We are Champions tra la la la la
We’re the best football team in the land…by far.”


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Back On Our Perch

From the city of sailors and dreamers of dreams
We have marvellous stories rolling in off the sea
I thought I’d seen everything Anfield to Rome
Welcomed the world to our Liverpool home
Saw Sir Bob Paisley build his mighty red sides
From the phoenix of Shankly a magnificent sight
King Kenny’s grand lads their names up in lights
But nowt shook me up like that Istanbul night

There’s games built for stamina games built for speed
Games that leave everyone down on their knees
There’s games from the backstreets that hoof up the ball
And then there are games that just leave you enthralled
Rafa was bospherus Milan they was slain
And football that night was a whole different game
Then Klopp he arrived with a smile a wide mile
He gave us new swagger Scouse gegenpress style

He built us a team and belief it would grow
With the pink boots of Bobby and the bold heart of Mo
Aye Barca they thought “Auld Big Ears is mine!”
But TAA turned a corner into finest red wine
Through the blood of the redmen pounds a feverous heart
Came the songs of the kopites pouring down to the park
The maelstrom of noise woke the Shanks from his plinth
And the great man he roared “welcome to heaven again!”

Our glorious tales told in banners and flags
Cardiff and Dortmund, we sang, and we danced
Respect for our history but don’t live in the past
30 long years has well taught us that!
The Kop is a thunderous animal lad
Just ask Fat Frank Lampard he’s still wettin’ his pants!
The finest have come here bewitched by the Kop
Then limped off the pitch with their hearts in their socks

So, the legend continues and new songs are heard
For a young man who pulled on the proud Preston shirt
He spoke of Napoleon and built us a team
What a vison it was, Bill Shankly’ s Dream
He had no excuses when you’re first you are first
And you played with your heart a hunger and thirst
In a world full of con-artists, fake-news and spin
Cash can’t buy glory can’t even begin

We live for these moments we treasure these times
And they glow with a fire in this auld heart of mine
It’s a club that’s so special it goes beyond words
But “Liverpool FC” were the first ones I learned
30 long years to the Lord I have prayed
“Let me see Liverpool league champions just once again”
So, here’s to the years of the famine and feasts
To loved ones absent, again we will meet

To the ghost of my childhood, and the father I loved
Our umbilical cord, this grand football club
Oh, what adventures these redmen bequeathed
This what we live for, what more do we need?
For you can keep all your gold and the wealth of the earth
For it’s boss aye it’s sound to be back on our perch!

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Liverpool are champions!

Chelsea 2-1 Man City

Pulisic, De Bruyne, Willian
End a three decade black out
A global pandemic couldn’t stop
An end to that Red drought

Kings for the nineteenth time
Hold your heads up high
On a flaming night in June
Walk on, see that golden sky

Earliest and latest ever winners
They looked beyond the ridge
A thirty year wait is over
Crowned champions at the Bridge

25 06 20

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A Covid spree at Anfield

Liverpool 4-0 Crystal Palace

Pre match Jurgen was coy
Admitting to once studying Roy
Saha’s injury is a bitter blow
Trent’s strike lighting up the show

With the Reds on half press
It’s easy on the eyes I’ll confess
Fifty games and we still lead the polls
Salah makes it a hundred goals

Thanks to our carers, bless
Football thanks the NHS
A silent Kop roars Fabinho’s rocket
Mane slots a fourth in the pocket

24 06 20

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Goalless without fans

Gwladys Street
Bullens Road
Park End
The Blues
The Reds
No goals
The recorded chants
5 live without Great Alan Green
Why BBC didn’t renew his
Sad sad sad commentary
The next Derby
The belief in

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The Ghost Derby

Everton 0-0 Liverpool

Live games return to Merseyside
Football without fans is nothing
Moise Kean’s cameo the highlight
Minus Salah the Reds lack sting

Contemplation for those we’ve lost
All present are taking the knee
Proclaiming “Black Lives Matter!”
United at the ghost derby

Richarlison thunders the strikers mosaic
The Goodison star strikers screen
Into the Gwladys Street upper tier
Nearly took Dixie Dean out clean

21 06 20

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