The Anfield Iron

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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!”
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.



The red legend Tommy Smith.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-anfield-iron/