Liverpool through, not through…
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The press camped out with swords to pen
“The Hornets sting the Anfield men”
But Vicarage Road is not Turf Moor
Up stepped the Legend, we knew he’d score
So deck the halls with banners red
We’ve won ‘ere 3 times with Thommo and Ged
Red scarves and flags will fill the skies
Our “ring of fire” stings Chelsea eyes.
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