Liverpool Tale

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Shankly Messiah
A King made us great
Start the ball rolling
With St John Hunt and Yeats
A short pass from Lindsay
A shimmy from Steve
Thommo comes forward
With space there for Neal

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Emlyn still smiling
The Cups in his hands
Keegan is leaving
And Bob understands
Case packs with thunder
His boots forged with steel
Whilst Kenny has glory
Stitched to his heels

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Roy from the bootroom
Calls God off the bench
But God has gone AWOL
His leaving a wrench
Heskey a fortune
And Ged paid the price
Now Rafa flies in
Is time on his side?



ParryMaguire (2004)

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/liverpool-tale-2/