The Atmosphere, Electric …
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An Italian job for Liverpool
European Cup lies in wait
Singing, clapping, stamping
Three-nil up just after eight
The atmosphere, electric …
Say those who can recall
Inter beaten out of sight
Liverpudlians, ten feet tall
¶ 2
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Anfield, packed to the rafters
Thousands locked outside
Saint Etienne and Platini
Met a sea of passion and pride
The atmosphere, electric …
Two behind but didn’t stop
When we got that late winner
The roof came off The Kop
¶ 3
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Stood in our way were Chelsea
With the best that money could buy
But Garcia brought the house down
For Mourinho, the end was nigh
The atmosphere, electric …
Shocked cockneys admired the sight
Later, with Shanks, we realised*
Goalposts were moved that night
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