Camara’s Soliloquy

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Titi or not Titi, that is the question:
Is it noble in his mind to suffer
These slings and arrows of outrageous benching
Or should he take flight against this season of troubles,
And by leaving end them? To move away: to play?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Don’t go the Kop will say to the end
Our heart’s ache; the thousand natural dreams
Your skill is heir to, consumes us
Devoutly we wish you to play, to score;
To turn, perchance to dribble: ay there he runs;

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And on that day of death when others would have left
When his father shuffled off this mortal coil
He gave us joy: yet paid his respect
He scored, he cried, his legend grew.
But now it’s Titi who bears the whips and scorn of rejection,

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 His oppressor is wrong, this proud man will continue
To play with undisguised love; above the fray
His insolence of spirit, his joyous grins
Sustain us through games of unworthy effort,

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 What would Shankly himself this quiet giant make?
Would He his many talents lay to waste?
With grunt and sweat those mighty shoulders bear
The continued dread of slow reserve death.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Hence to the undiscovered country from whence born
This traveller may yet return, puzzled still
For he made us bear these smiles we have
He flew where others could not go
His mischief tormented, his magic sparked

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Yet his talent remains untouched, unused.
With this Gerard his genius turns away
But the name in action we’ll chant still
The great Camara! hero in out mist
Be all thy play remember’d.


Written in the week leading up to Camara’s transfer to West Ham approx. October 2000. The previous season he had led the Liverpool attack with both Fowler and Owen injured for much of the season.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/camaras-soliloquy/