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Skinning Shadows on the Park

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Dreaming of League Titles
FA Cup wins
And the Big Cup
The “silver kettle”
I was King Kev running Berti ragged
Til he begged for mercy
With a schoolboy lunge
Vogts had no breath left
So they gave him oxygen
At half time but it did no good
Then I was King Kenny
Doing Bruges with a perfect chip
A dull game by our standards
The Belgians playing 10
Across the back
But Dalglish knew a chance
Took the ball
And buried it
Like me when I was him
Out on the park
Dreaming of League Titles.

Notes

“I was born on the banks of the Mersey
Facin’ the Irish sea
It might not seem like heaven to you
But it’s home sweet home to me”

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/skinning-shadows-on-the-park/