The Reds Of Liverpool

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 First FA Cup win in nineteen sixty five
Revie’s men they tried to hide
But redmen reigned and the cup was won
The score Liverpool 2 Leeds 1
Bring on Herrera’s pride Inter Milan
If anyone can beat them Liverpool can
Shanks sent Gerry Byrne out with the Cup
The noise from The Kop shook the Nerazzurri up

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Down Wembley way back in seventy four
Where the black and white just couldn’t score
Cos redmen they just pegged them back
Thommo shut the mouth of Supermac
Then Shanks he rocked us off our feet
For now was the time he chose to leave
Fortress Anfield his finest legacy
That and the signing of Razor Kennedy

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The Gladbach with their Bertie Vogts
Thought they’d a chance they’ve not a hope
Nineteen seventy seven on the twenty fifth of May
Bob’s glory boys took us all on a Roman holiday
Rushies four goals in nineteen eighty two
Against the team in royle blue
All scored at Goodison too good to be true
There’s bugger all that Southall can do

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Joe’s heroes then in nineteen eighty four
We held our breath but Barney Rubble scored
We’re Euro Kings, league cup and title too
You can hear the groans from you know who
King Kenny’s double in nineteen eighty six
Aldo, Digger, Beardo better than Brazil
To the goals of God from his head and his feet
Watch Liverpool 4 Newcastle 3

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Now Houllier’s dream has oft been said
His country France but his heart is red
A glorious cup treble in 2001 came
But the premiership title still missing our name
At the end of the season the pain how it showed
We limped home fourth but he still had to go
Now Rafa has joined us to bring us the pride
A Spanish Amada has docked in Merseyside

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Now the future is bright the future is red
We’ll be cheerin’ for the boys long after we’re dead
When I’m done with this earth and my shadow leaves this land
I’ll still be roarin’ for the Reds with me Dad from Heaven’s stands
For Anfield’s sons shine brighter than gold
And breathe with passion, pride and soul
As for King Kenny the smile on my face shows
I’d still walk a million miles for one of his goals!


ParryMaguire (2004)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-reds-of-liverpool-2/