Special Additives, Anfield, 1967
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At Anfield for a reserves match,
we arrive in the club car park
in Uncle Bruce’s old black Ford Prefect.
We freeze in the empty stands till
half time, and the special treat:
mugs of tea laced with Johnnie Walker,
plus an eccles cake. Bruce’s merry
men: my Grandad, brother Bill the Mirth-
quake, myself, all jollied out, reinforced
for the second half, win or lose.
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