Liverpool 29th August 2004
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The sun shines down on the Reebok faithful.
The rain, briefly resting, sends only high clouds
Scudding over the hills.
Son in law (Reds fan) – poised
Parry Maguire – poised
Mr Rennie the ref – poised.
Formations decided upon
Down the twin tunnels
To the fireworks,
And Richard’s pristine turf.
Let battle commence.
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Ebb and flow,
To and fro.
Both teams testing, probing each others skills,
Or lack of.
And Bolton’s Kevin Davies breaks the deadlock.
And Liverpool go in with two bloody noses
(Sorry Mr Hyppia)
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Fifteen minutes left,
And Kev Nolan, Bolton’s Liverpool fan,
Joins the arena, along with Les Ferdinand.
Are Liverpool tired?
Where is the team,
Which strode across Europe in times past?
Two minutes later,
And my question is nearly answered by Garcia.
(An iffy offside in fairness)
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Five minutes left, and JJ swaps with Hierro
Three minutes left, and Cissé puts it over the bar.
With Hierro’s booking giving the Reds a free kick.
Last minute, and another yellow card for Bolton
All points to Bolton.
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The East Lancs Road
Is a lonely place
When you’ve lost.
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