Rome ’77
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After Wembley, no time for self-pity
Paisley leads the red legions to Rome
His quest to plunder the Eternal City
Bring the spoils to a Liverpool home
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Side by side, the warriors enter the fray
An evening made for those who dare
In the gods, followers chant and sway
And down below, their heroes prepare
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Heighway on the wing, skill and pace
Joey Jones and his clenched-fist salute
So brave and powerful, Jimmy Case
Pinpoint passes from Kennedy’s boot
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McDermott’s late surges into the box
Ray Clemence stands guard in the goal
Kevin Keegan evades like a little fox
Callaghan is the team’s heart and soul
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The Anfield Iron, Smith at the back
Phil Neal getting forward from deep
A lap of honour on the running track
As grown men watch and gently weep
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Chequered flags waved, gusto and style
Germany’s best, no match for this team
Emlyn Hughes sporting the biggest smile
As he remembers the great man’s dream
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