The Anfield Iron
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How you rose up like a Scouse salmon
To claim the crown in Rome
30, 000 Kopites shook their heads
With disbelief and then took off
For the moon
Singin’ your name like a hymn
And there you were
Suspended immortal
As the eerie faraway commentary
Scorched with tones of surprise
“And it’s Tommy Smith!â€
Oh what history beneath
Exotic Roman floodlights
And the spirit never more beautiful
And the heart never more at home
Whilst the Liver Birds copied
Your header using the moon as a ball.
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