Uncle Joe
¶ 1
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Uncle Joe
One of our best
A walking Monet in the red trackie
The history of the boot room clings
To your shadow and the ghost of Shankly
Hollers down the corridors
“Great day to be alive Boys,
All you need is the green grass and a ball…”
That Treble of yours in ’84, the streets of Liverpool paved
With the silver of success once more,
Immortality wearing its finest smile
And if the rest of the country remained resolutely silent
Well, we didn’t really care
Knighthoods are two a penny
When you’ve got 4 European Cups on Mayfair…
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