Gerard Houllier’s Dream

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You stand quietly just away from the shadows
The red of your scarf catches the light
And draws it down
And those eyes unblinking and set
Unscramble the mysticism of tactics
Each lunge measured
Each trailing leg counted
Each goal scored and stored
Replayed Replayed Replayed
Whilst the Ghost of Shankly
Breathes down into those dark corners
Of your heart that bled beneath the healing knife
Blood red, like the shirt of your passion
Do you dream like others to pull on that shirt
To run through the same walls
To be just a boy again
With your mates on The Kop
Singing your name.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/gerard-houlliers-dream/