The Entry of Shankly into Anfield
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From Huddersfield
Driving down in an Austin A40
No palms were thrown at his feet
No sweet Hosannas filled the skies
No heralds announced the saviour’s arrival
And beneath Liverpool’s sullen grey skies
He walked, the anointed one, in his Jimmy Cagney suit
Football boots in one hand
Football’s soul in the other…
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