The Monkey
¶ 1
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We hadn’t won at Anfield
Since nineteen ninety-nine.
And slice it how you like,
That is a very long long time.
¶ 2
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But now at last we’ve done it,
The monkey’s off our back.
The hoodoo has been laid to rest,
And Klopp must watch his back.
¶ 3
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Richarlison was on the mark
With just three minutes gone.
The Reds were stung, they hogged the ball,
And piled the pressure on.
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The second half was agony,
Nerve-racking, very tense.
Shots peppered left, right, centre,
But Pickford was immense.
¶ 5
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About ten minutes still to play,
When DCL was floored.
The Ref he pointed to the Spot,
Our Iceman duly scored.
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We’ve shook the monkey off our back,
The hoodoo’s put to bed.
Today all Merseyside is Blue,
There’s not a trace of Red.
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21/2/21
Denys E. W. Jones
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