The Fifth Round (11th March 1967)

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It was 48 years ago , today ,
that the Blues taught the Reds how to play . . . .

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In under three hours, all the match tickets were sold
and at the Goodison Box Office, supporters young and old
shared trays of chips with gravy and salt on,
reward for queuing up half a mile into Walton.
Police re-inforcements drafted to Liverpool Stadium,
even Tarby phoned in sick to the London Palladium.
In this era of the space race, new technology was revealed,
so another 40,000 watched, televised live at Anfield.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Now the hero of the Silver Screen, who caused the Redskins hurt,
didnt wear a white Stetson but a Royal Blue Everton shirt.
Just before half time Milne fluffed his back pass,
Husband closed down Lawrence and as they both sprawled on the grass
the ball spun out to Alan, who turned upon a Spangle,
squeezed it in, past Smith and Yeats from a razor sharp angle,
ran over to the corner flag, celebrated with the fans,
as Shankly and his cloggers, buried faces in their hands.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 In the second half, Labone had Ian St John in his pocket,
John Hurst repelled the onslaught like a Blackpool Davey Crockett,
Tommy Smith ran around like he’d had a cocaine enema
and wasnt it great to see Anfield turned into a Cinema !
Alan Ball, asked about his influence on the game
said “Once Everton has touched you, NOTHING will be the same.”



105,000 fans watched this match, none ran on the pitch
because they came from Liverpool, not Birmingham or Redditch.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-fifth-round-11th-march-1967/