The Angel of Anfield

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The Angel of Anfield

The Angel of Anfield came down from heaven
He had a red scarf in one hand in the other a bible
He was watching the kids with their mothers, their aunties
And their uncles, their cousins, some twice removed,
Their memories collected like rain in a shoe,
They were sat with the arl arses speakin' of Shankly
They were sat with the young uns who spoke of him too
And the Angel he smiled at the faces familiar
And watched the kids with their fathers
As they came to the table and the songs they were singing
Poured into his heart,

There’s a girl in the kop with the sun in her eyes
She looks for the past in the present of dreaming
The boy with his heart on the pitch with his heroes,
Give him one chance he could be Steven Gerrard
Down on the sidelines ‘neath the flags, scarves and banners
There’s Rafa, a legend, a man for our time
His moments of glory one day will be measured
His Song “La Rafa” is sound, and inspired

Carra his passion he wears like a badge
He’d pulls on the red shirt for love, not the fame or the cash,
And the vine that grew sour is now tasting so sweet
And the Angel he sat amongst those come to worship
The husband, the wife, the girl gone 3 months, the newly engaged
And there’s those who are slaves to their pre teen age hormones
They gaze down at King Luis with the thoughts of those older
Their make up too heavy their skirts way too short, football and life…
At the top of the house is the rustle of footsteps
They want to clear out the attic take a broom to the dust
from the ghosts on the wall,
progress or profit?
No one is talking, nobody is sure…

And the Angel he smiles at the lad in the kop singin' his heart out
On the skin of his soul he has scribbled his words
The glory he witnessed stitched to the soles of his dreams
There’s a prayer for the sold out the moments that passed by
The given the taken the blessed and the damned
There’s a prayer for the few going up from the many
There’s a prayer for a win as a lone voice
Says grace for our la Djibril Cisse
There’s those wrapped in scarves those wrapped in flags
Those wrapped in thoughts that they know they should discard, still...
We can bask in the time that we all sit now as one,
“You’re here” is what matters and not where you’re from,
With the truth still reflected
The colours of Libpool, football and life…

There’s a lad in the kop alone but not lonely
Remembers the journey the names there now different
But the passions the same, and the faces and memories
He caught in his heart what he witnessed remains
The kop starts to chant and they cheer on their heroes
They’ve spent all their money and paid all their dues,
Their hearts joined together Man Woman and Child,
The lads in the red race out to their family
The roar for the redmen goes up to the stars...
And the Angel of Anfield tells God as he joins them:
“If we give up on Liverpool, we give up on life”. [/i

(dalglishian)

In Me Liverpool Home

In me Liverpool home in me Liverpool home
5 European Cups and 18 Leagues
And if you want UEFA’S then we’ll show yer 3
6 FA Cups all came to Anfield
In me Liverpool home

We meet in the kop we're 12th man on the team
If you want a great captain we’ve got Stevie G
Sami is sound and Rafa our King
Passing and moving is our legacy
Reds are magicians the ball played to feet
From Souey to Jocky (don’t forget Sammy Lee)
In me Liverpool home

In me Liverpool home in me Liverpool home
5 European Cups and 18 Leagues
And if you want UEFA’S then we’ll show yer 3
6 FA Cups all came to Anfield
In me Liverpool home

There was Gerry and Gordon who brought out the Cup
Herrera's Milan they were given a look
That was all that they got it was 3-1 to us
The Liver Birds watched as we drank from our dreams
Sir Roger St John I would beg me Dad “Please
Tell me again how we did Revie and Leeds!”
In me Liverpool home

In me Liverpool home in me Liverpool home
5 European Cups and 18 Leagues
And if you want UEFA’S then we’ll show yer 3
6 FA Cups all came to Anfield
In me Liverpool home

Shankly and Paisley and Joe Fagan too
Heroes of the fabled Anfield boot room
Rushie was brilliant a goal man supreme
A Prince Stevie Heighway, Dalglish the King
Aldo, Barnes and Beardo were simply the best
Better than Brazil by Christ we were blessed
In me Liverpool home

In me Liverpool home in me Liverpool home
5 European Cups and 18 Leagues
And if you want UEFA’S then we’ll show yer 3
6 FA Cups all came to Anfield
In me Liverpool home

96 of our family they watch from above
And we send them our prayers and our hopes and our love
Fifteenth April at 3.06
We remember each name and we pray for Justice
But they’re with us in spirit on each Saturday
Take their seats in heaven to watch the Reds play
In me Liverpool home

In me Liverpool home in me Liverpool home
5 European Cups and 18 Leagues
And if you want UEFA’S then we’ll show yer 3
6 FA Cups all came to Anfield
In me Liverpool home

With Cisse on fire he will score goals for fun
Did yer see how he danced 'neath the stars in the 'Bul
Finnan is solid and King Luis is grand
With Rafa we're safe he's the best pairs of hands
Our anthem world famous and each Kopite knows
The first words we learn “You’ll Never Walk Alone”
In me Liverpool home

In me Liverpool home in me Liverpool home
5 European Cups and 18 Leagues
And if you want UEFA’S then we’ll show yer 3
6 FA Cups all came to Anfield
In me Liverpool home

Our lads all in red play with passion and pride
Someone asked Zico “Are yer Dalglish in disguise?”
And we've a new star with Lord Frod in the side
The Liverpool Way is a great Anfield night
The banners and scarves they fill up the skies
And even the Lord wipes a tear from His eyes
In me Liverpool home

In me Liverpool home in me Liverpool home
5 European Cups and 18 Leagues
And if you want UEFA’S then we’ll show yer 3
6 FA Cups all came to Anfield
In me Liverpool home

We won The Double back in ‘86
Kenny’s goal against Chelsea the title did clinch
And Rushie had Southall played out on the floor
When the Blues net was bulgin’ cos Ian scored 4
Robbie like God in His best football boots
And if you want a Treble then we’ll give yer 2
In me Liverpool home

In me Liverpool home in me Liverpool home
5 European Cups and 18 Leagues
And if you want UEFA’S then we’ll show yer 3
6 FA Cups all came to Anfield
In me Liverpool home

The “Bionic Carrot” diced up St Etienne
And Smithy in Rome rose like a Scouse salmon
Emlyn his smiles were as wide as the sky
Roy Evans he gave us those free scoring sides
If you think Keane is hard then you don’t know Jimmy Case
Shaggy did teams with his tricks and his pace
In me Liverpool home

In me Liverpool home in me Liverpool home
5 European Cups and 18 Leagues
And if you want UEFA’S then we’ll show yer 3
6 FA Cups all came to Anfield
In me Liverpool home

Gary Mac we just loved your Barca pen
And Danny’s free kick at the mancs salford den
We’ve triumphed in Cardiff and Paris and Rome
And we speak with an accent extremely well known
We had Billy Liddell who played with such grace
And if you want a Cathedral then Anfield’s the place
In me Liverpool home

In me Liverpool home in me Liverpool home
5 European Cups and 18 Leagues
And if you want UEFA’S then we’ll show yer 3
6 FA Cups all came to Anfield
In me Liverpool home

Rafa took over and he shook up the team
What a journey we had in the champions league
One goal did the Chelsea from our own Luis G
And AC Milan crashed on our rock Jamie C
Xabi Alonso from Real Sociedad
Cisse is sound he got married in red
In me Liverpool home

In me Liverpool home in me Liverpool home
5 European Cups and 18 Leagues
And if you want UEFA’S then we’ll show yer 3
6 FA Cups all came to Anfield
In me Liverpool home.

(dalglishian)

Liverpudlian Pie

A long, long time ago... I can still remember how
His football used to make me smile.
And he knew if he had a chance,
That he could make that terrace dance,
And make the people happy for a while
But September made me shiver,
With every paper soon delivered,
Bad news on the doorstep...
I couldn't take one more step
I can remember yes I cried
When I remembered his great sides
And something touched me deep inside,
The day Bill Shankly died

We were singin’ bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin on together til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singin’ “We're Reds until the day that we die”
“We're Reds until the day that we die”

Now Rafa with the magic touch
He met the lads down in the pub
Me Ma me Ma she told me so
Do you believe in pass and move?
Can football save your mortal soul?
Just go and watch Sir Roger’s goals
Well me Dad he saw us beat Milan
And God He cheered us from the stands
Aldo kicked off his football boots
Rushie did those Gwladys street blues
I was a young kid standing in the kop
We thought those times would never stop
But we knew the reds were out of luck
The day Bill Shankly died
We started singin'...

Bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin’ on together ‘til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singing “We're Reds until the day that we die”
“We're Reds until the day that we die”

Now for 15 years we've lost the crown
But one day soon upon this ground
The Champions we will once more be
Dalglish and Hansen graced the team
In boots they borrowed from Paisley
And Digger Barnes he ruled the wings
And while the King was feeling down
The Mancs they stole the Anfield crown
The bitter truth was learned
But my sad heart still yearned
While Keegan played all off the park
And Supermac sits in the dark
We sang to Shanks sweet as larks
The day that football died

So bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin’ on together ‘til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singing “We're Reds until the day that we die”
“We're Reds until the day that we die”

Helter Skelter that game forever
The Redmen they have never played better
Razor quickly saw a chance and God knows he was class
When Fairclough called for a forward pass
”ALLEZ LES ROUGES” the kopites sang
Now his goal I swear a dream come true
And the final whistle couldn’t too soon
We all got up to chant
When we beat the greens of France
And the players tried to leave the field,
The Spion Kop refused to yield
We’re off to conquer Rome (believe)
The best was yet to be
We started singing

Bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin’ on together ‘til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singing “We're Reds until the day that we die”
“We're Reds until the day that we die”

There we were all in one place
A generation come to pray for 96 no time to start again
So come on Jib be nimble, Jib be quick
Djibril Cisse score for us hat-tricks
'Cause truth is Justice’s only friend
As we watched truth die on the stage
Our throats were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan's spell
And as truth fled high into the night
Robed in threads stitched up with lies
We heard satan laughing with delight
the day the football died

Bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin’ on together ‘til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singing “We're Reds until the day that we die”
“We're Reds until the day that we die”

We watched a lonely man in football boots
His skills for us such happy news
He made us smile before he raced away
I went down to the sacred place
Where I’d watched the football how it graced
With men like Clemence, Smith and Case
And in the streets we practiced every move
We tried and tried just trying to prove
But not a word was spoken
When the teams I loved were broken
And the three men I admire most
Paisley, Fagan and Shankly’s Ghost
They caught the last bus home to us
The day that football died
They were singin'

The nights draw close ‘neath heaven's skies
And what happened then can't believe me eyes
3-0 down and the half time curtain falls
The Reds like Lazarus up they rose
The 12th man roars “You'll Never Walk Alone”
With Gerrard’s, Vlad’s and Alonso’s goals
Well we picked our dreams up off the floor
And AC Milan they failed to score
Extra time then penalties
And Carra’s shattered on his knees
We pray to Shankly “Jesus PLEAASE!”
Istanbul our 5th comes by
As Stevie holds Ol’ Big Ears high
The LiverBird she proudly cried
She was singin’

Bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin’ on together ‘til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singin’ “We're Reds until the day that we die”
“We're Reds until the day that we die”.

(dalglishian)

dalglishian@hotmail.com

Guest

bienvenue parmi nous,dalglishian.
c'est génial de t'avoir parmi nous...
quel post !!!!!! LFC scarf

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bienvenue absoluty brillant!! cheers

Guest

what can I say...hum... gloirea

What a great post it is lad LFC scarf

Guest

Welcome mate ! cheers

Impressive beginning !

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