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Rome ’77

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 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

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 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

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 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

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 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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