Rhys At Anfield

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Amidst a sea of scarves, teams and officials
Stand in homage. The bereaved family
Approaches the touch-line, three vivid stripes
Of Everton blue on a backdrop of Liverpool red.
Complementary anthems are aired,
The Z-Cars Theme.’You’ll Never Walk Alone’

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The spirit of a small boy, kitted out
In his favourite strip, issues from the tunnel,
Scampers across the turf to thump a ball
Firmly between the posts at the Kop end,
Before wheeling away in triumph,
Relishing the applause, his face a picture.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Elsewhere, not a great way from the stadium,
A hooded figure slouches on a bicycle
Outside an electrical good store,
Glowering through plate-glass at rows of sets
Radiating identical images of compassion.
Morose. Isolated. Totally out of it.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/rhys-at-anfield/