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Poem

Sheik Yerbouti

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I don't know if this has been posted before but here goes:

The 96 were watching as we walked out in Istanbul

And Shanks and Bob and Emlyn, they were looking down as well

It seemed to be all over when Milan scored their three goals

But someone else was watching and that man was a Pole.

So the folks up there in heaven were a little bit surprised

When Pope John Paul the second appeared right before their eyes

He smiled at Shanks and Bob and Em knelt down and said some prayers

Then turned back towards the lads and said "I just spoke to Him upstairs
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He can't do much that's obvious, but he'll see what he can do

He thinks it might be better if you played a 3-5-2

He saw the team was struggling, and that Finnan needed a rest

But don't you worry lads 'cause now the 'keepers gloves are blessed

You see - the lad in nets is one of mine So I put in a request

"I know I lived in Italy, down in the Vatican

But I can't quite bring myself to be shouting for Milan

So the words gone down to Rafa, to do the best he can

He whispered very quietly he'd do better with Hamman

He's says you'll be alright from now The game it isn't dead

And things will soon get better if young Steve uses his head

It was Vladi's birthday yesterday and the man owes him some luck

He'll even do the decent thing and make Milan Baros duck

We owe Xavi a big favour because of the broken leg

But he'll need to chase the follow up and score with his left peg

And then just to make it interesting He's ordered extra time

And we'll see how good them gloves are when Dudek saves it off the line.


We've done everything we can to make sure the ball stays out.

But we cannot interfere with the penalty shoot-out.

So Shanks, Bob, Emlyn and good ol' Pope Johnny Paul

Watched the match in wonder and cheered on every goal

And full time went to extra time with the fans nervously sick

And they waited until the time came for Serginho's first spot kick

Serghino he missed the goal, and Pirlo's shot was saved

But Didi and Lord Frodsham proved their nerves were not so frayed

Then Thomason put one in, but Riise missed his shot

Then Kaka scored, and Smicer scored, the atmosphere was red hot

And then almost in slow motion it was time for Shevchenko's chance

But Dudek had different ideas and did a little dance

Then waited for a second as the ball came flying in

Dived to the right and parried it to save it for the win

And as they looked down on all the fans and scenes of wild abandon

Em turned to old Pope Johnny Paul and put his arm around him

And said "That was unbelievable, the best game without doubt -

But I thought you said you wouldn't help with the penalty shoot out?"

John Paul looked up and smiled and said "Look son, it wasn't me"

And I wouldn't doubt the word of God in truth and honesty

So Emlyn he was puzzled as the crowd was going wild

But in the corner, on their cloud,

Shanks and Paisley sat and smiled.

The moral of the story is that money can't buy success

And neither can a constant whinge to people in the press

And writing a team off when the clock reaches half time

Might just result in something coming out of the divine

Because Shanks and Paisley knew, as the cup was coming home

God wears the red of Liverpool and we'll NEVER WALK ALONE!!!
 
I've never seen that before Sheik. Many thanks for sharing it. That's put a smile on my face.
 
would somebody PLEASE put it in the Other Forum?

this poem must never ever be forgotten.

sheer bloody magic.
 
i've seen it before, but that was well over a year ago ... so thanks for the re-post b/c it is, as we all concur, a classic.
 
Splendid splendid, i have a nice little earl grey on the stove if you are free sheiky?
 
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Aaaaaaah! Bliss.
 
I hate this poem, it gives no credit whatsoever to the players. Yes it is very well written, but it implies that the pope/god/unknown forces were responsible for everything up until the penalty shoot-out.
 
refugee said:
I hate this poem, it gives no credit whatsoever to the players. Yes it is very well written, but it implies that the pope/god/unknown forces were responsible for everything up until the penalty shoot-out.

I think what its saying is that we have a divine right to the trophy, that GOD himself was on our side, and all the forces of heaven and the massed ranks of Angels would have gone into battle for us!

Not that Djimi Traore is shit.
 
Quality. It was the anniversary of Em's death in November and I'm embarrased to say that I forgot to post about it. November 9th it was and I forgot.

Em, Shanks, Bob and Joe Fagan.......YNWA. And thanks for the cup.
 
refugee said:
I hate this poem, it gives no credit whatsoever to the players. Yes it is very well written, but it implies that the pope/god/unknown forces were responsible for everything up until the penalty shoot-out.

There's some right misery guts on here today.
 
There once was a man from the pool
who grew a big tache to look cool
little did he know
he would one day turn out to nearly ruin the club he captained.
 
VIP said:
There once was a man from the pool
who grew a big tache to look cool
little did he know
he would one day turn out to nearly ruin the club he captained.
That makes absolutely no friggin sense whatsoever.
 
VIP said:
There once was a man from the pool
who grew a big tache to look cool
little did he know
he would one day turn out to nearly ruin the club he captained.

look,little glock.

whatever his inadequacies as a manager, Souness was a great servant of this club on the pitch.find another thread to slate him.
 
Sheik Yerbouti said:
refugee said:
I hate this poem, it gives no credit whatsoever to the players. Yes it is very well written, but it implies that the pope/god/unknown forces were responsible for everything up until the penalty shoot-out.

There's some right misery guts on here today.

Bah humbug
 
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