The Lion of Anfield
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Like a ramping and roaring lion he leads the line
First among foragers, fleet past the feet of the foe.
Old men watch “El Pistolero” and think of Nathaniel
The black-and-white Lion of Vienna, long ages ago.
Now clad in bold red, the lion is back at the Gates
Of Anfield. Blench all ye bruisers, the man from La Plata is here
Cry havoc in defence he’s through you and past you and then
The Kop that he captures in raptures applauds Suarez again.
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