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Poems tagged ‘Jurgen Klopp’

Our Boss Jurgen Klopp (to the tune of my boy lollipop)

Our boss Jurgen Klopp
You took our club back to the top
You’re full of passion and fire
And you love The Kop choir
Ho Ho Jurgen Klopp
Never ever leave us
There’s more trophies for the bus
Our hearts tell us so

We love you we love you we love you so
But we want you to know
We need ya we need ya we need ya so
Champions League and title to show

Our boss Jurgen Klopp
Mancs thought you’d turn out a flop
They’re full of bitterness not banter
We won the league at a canter
Our boss Jurgen Klopp

We love you we love you we love you so
But we want you to know
We need ya we need ya we need ya so
Back on our perch we go

Our boss Jurgen Klopp
You took our club back to the top
Mancs say we are unbearable
Is it because they’re terrible
Our boss Jurgen Klopp
Our boss Jurgen Klopp
Our boss Jurgen Klopp

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The Anfield Express

Hop on board The Anfield express, a train bound for Liverpool
Where you’ll see fast flowing football and the players will make you drool.
The train it has 4 carriages, each named after a place
And when you think back on the memories a smile will takeover your face.

The first carriage is called MADRID where the reds they overcame Spurs
And won European Cup number 6 which you can see in the club’s museum tours.
That was to be the first of a remarkable 4 trophies that Hendo would have to lift up
The first of his captain’s shuffles started off with the European Cup

Carriage number 2 is called ISTANBUL, the European Super Cup the prize
Another all english affair against Chelsea, would the Liverbird once again rise.
After a penalty shootout with nothing between the 2 teams
It was Hendo’s second opportunity to shuffle, the stuff of boyhood dreams.

DOHA is the name of carriage number 3, a city way out in Qatar
The Reds aiming to be World Champions, a feat that’s eluded them so far.
In the final they beat Flamengo with all their Brazilian flair
And Hendo would shuffle his feet once more while raising another trophy in the air.

The 4th carriage is simply called ENGLAND where the Reds are Kings of the land
Led by a magical German with a fabulous footballing wand.
He has changed us from doubters to believers, he has taken us back to the top
He has brought The Premier League trophy right onto The Spion Kop
We have waited so long to be Champions, always reminded its been 30 years
But, The Liverbird stands tall once more, that’s what other clubs fear.
No longer can they say that to us nor mention the Stevie G slip
As we are CHAMPIONS OF ENGLAND, KINGS OF THE PREMIERSHIP.
The fans watched Hendo’s last shuffle from the comfort of their own home
Singing along to our anthem You’ll Never Walk Alone.
If you’d like to know more of our history, just do a little Google search
I already know whst it says though, THE REDS ARE BACK ON THEIR PERCH.

YNWA

This was wrote after us beating Chelsea 5 3 and being presented with the league title afterwards. July 2020

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Espying Klopp

I must go down to the pub again
There’s a football match on Sky
And all I ask is a decent view
Of the screen, with the bar nearby
And the crowd’s heave
And the Kop’s roar
And the sudden surge down the wing
And the old familiar anthems sung
As only the Kop can sing.

I must go down to the pub again
For the pub on a winter’s day
Is a warm place and a good place
To while the hours away
And all I ask is a Liverpool match
And a decent Liverpool team
That will come to the game
With a dream of fame
That the folk on the Kop can dream.

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