Football Poets

The Spirit of Liverpool Fc

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 From the city of sailors and dreamers of dreams
Came a journey of heroes to the shores of the East
I thought I’d seen everything Anfield to Rome
Welcomed the world to our Liverpool home

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Saw Sir Bob Paisley build his mighty red sides
From the phoenix of Shankly a magnificent sight
King Kenny’s grand lads their names up in lights
But nowt shook me heart like that Istanbul night

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 There’s games built for stamina games built for speed
Games that leave everyone down on their knees
There’s games from the backstreets that hoof up the ball
And then there are games that just leave you enthralled

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Only Jesus and Lazarus rose up like the reds
And the Rossoneri they just shook their heads
The Pride of Milan 6 times this cup theirs
And the 3 goals they scored brought the 7th so near

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Carra was knackered but still he fought on
He’s a red Bootle Caesar a kopite he’s one
On this stage built for conquerors a red army proud
The ghosts of Byzantium brushed off their crowns

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Maldini strode out a captain in white
And he’s followed by comrades determined to fight
The cannons of Cafu put Dudek to the test
Whilst the sharp eye of Crespo falls twice on the net

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Through the blood of the redmen pounds a feverous heart
Came the prayers of the kopites pouring down to the park
Serghino and Pirlo heroic sublime
Shevchenko by Dudek bravely denied

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 He battled with Dudek each time for the ball
The immovable object the irresistable force
The deafening songs punched a hole through the sky
Me emotions run ragged me throat desert dry

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Kaka tormented our redmens defence
There’s a powerful heart beating wild in that chest
The Istanbul skies blazed sunset of red
And Moses he cheered when our Ste found the net

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 He hugged arl St Peter “I said we’d come forth!
We’ve come here to win not to leave with sod all!”
The brave Milan men were a credit in white
But the Reds half defeated battled on through the night

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 What a journey a story to add to the yore
Of this mighty red ocean on an Istanbul shore
The impossible dream by a miracle true
For the brave men in red whose courage won through

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 I have grown up with the legends the finest there’s been
But Christ Istanbul is the best that I’ve seen
There’s times when I’m doubtin’ the Lord and His word
But I prayed on me knees half time, and He heard

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 The Kop sucks in goals and it blows them out too
Just ask Jerzey Dudek coz he knows the truth
Shevchenko turned goalbound time after time
He would dance like Fontana but still be denied

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 This walls built with passion and held with belief
The Redmen exhausted but they hold on 3-3
Milan they were shellshocked, the end coming soon
But this dignified club has its legacy too

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Carra was shattered but someone somewhere said
“Up off yer arrse son you’re not finished yet!”
The thunder of glory a phenomenon rare
And it pours with a passion and fuses the air

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 Ask Luis Garica after a 30 yard goal
Ask Stevie G when he brought “Big Ears” home
Ask Rafa Benitez when he went down the pub
Ask Shankly in heaven when he stood in the Kop

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 They were saying we were finished no way we’d come back
They’d be eating those words by the end of the match
The maelstrom of noise woke the Shanks from his plinth
And he smiled “By Christ boys welcome to heaven again!”

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 The Kop is a thunderous animal lads
Just ask Frankie Lampard he’s still wettin’ his pants
And Juve they came here the pride of Turin
But the Kop sealed their fate and the Reds earned the win

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 For the mighty red river rolls strong with belief
Tho’ me nerves went to bits flappin’ round me feet
The words of our anthem harnessed the storm
And I picked up me hopes from the dust of the floor

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 The Ataturk stadium leaped into life
Rafa had promised a watch for his wife
He’d seen 4 silver cups in his Liverpool home
And he knew that he wanted one of his own

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 So Emlyn in heaven he whispered to God
“Boss have a heart lad, you’ve stood in the kop”
The Lord He just smiled then He said “Wait and see
Now son keep the faith, the Reds will score 3!”

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 The Lord He’s impartial His hand just and fair
He’s equal unbiased in His Liverpool shirt
Then the years rolled away and I felt like a child
Because I knew I’d just seen water turn into wine

¶ 23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 For the game went to pennos Dudek walked his line
And he whirled like a windmill he’s out of his mind!
What happened next was a moment of bliss
God lifted His hand, how else did Shevchenko miss?

¶ 24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 All smoke and mirrors a pitch laid with traps
With the Reds risen victors Milan on their backs
But the Rossoneri will heal up their wounds
With a dignified strength that shines freely through

¶ 25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 There’s a history between us and we won’t forget
When they sang YNWA for our 96 Reds
In the age of the cynic who judges us scum
We all know the truth of where that lie is from

¶ 26 Leave a comment on verse 26 0 Garcia could hear through the dressing room walls
“YOU’LL NEVER WALK ALONE” our rallying call
The crescendo built up with an ocean of sound
“They’ve come here in their thousands, we won’t let them down”

¶ 27 Leave a comment on verse 27 0 History would be made on this Istanbul soil
With blood sweat and tears, effes and toil
The wonderful banners whose words stitched their class
We will never forget as the years come to pass

¶ 28 Leave a comment on verse 28 0 Maradona’s a redman and Cruyff converts too
Now that both these legends have seen what we do
The big noise UEFA can fuss and can fight
About what comes to be when they have to decide

¶ 29 Leave a comment on verse 29 0 So the legend continues and new songs are heard
For a young man who pulled on the proud Preston shirt
He spoke of Napoleon and built us a team
What a vison it was, Bill Shankly’ s Dream

¶ 30 Leave a comment on verse 30 0 He had no excuses when you’re first you are first
And you played with your heart we all know his words
In a world full of con-artists, cheapskates and spin
Cash cant buy glory can’t even begin

¶ 31 Leave a comment on verse 31 0 So I live for these moments I treasure these times
And I love all stories the proud kopites write
Poets and artists in the kop they’re all there
It’s a club that’s so special it goes beyond words.