CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE

We congrugated like verbs at the back of the Empirical arena In fairest Belfast, full on faith, drunk on song, perched like eagles waiting for the carrion to fall.........the match kicked off as titan clashed against titan....the red flashes tore against white and we had expectations. Only to be dashed by an early ariel attack as the winged Mercurial figure of Maldini rose high above the clouds to crash home a puncturing goal past our statuesque defence. We looked inwards to our soul and searched yet nothing flickered, the crowd dyed down as we watched in disrepute at the hapless passing of our nervy warriors, looking shorter than their stature......Gerard swamped in midfield, his starter motor flooded as he looked on to see Milan suck up our resolve and spit back at us with two goals in the first section.......Bambi flapped, carragher was pulled up from anchor and drifted with his fellow tug boat out in the oceans of turkish waters......Baros couldn't get anything to stick and the Mightly Australian terrorist tried to sabotage our hopes.....Smicer stepped on to no applause as we knew he was too fizzle out with a bang........

The half time bell clanged 3 times and many of us turned and returned to the warmth of our caves far from the berrating scorched remarks from those ready to pounce.......some of us prayed and found faith from the past........remember Newcastle, remember Arsenal, remember PSV...............never forget our heros......Porcelain fans fell by the wayside.....suclking inwards and thinking of strengthening their allegiences to london......we watched you walk away!.....

We ready the troops.....we Bring in the German......to steady the ship.......Hamann shrinks the sea....he brings our fleet together....cementing them into a strong team...one

The cauldron fired up again and the huge banners cried out 'you have nothing to lose but dignity'....fight like lions.....minutes can change......We clutched at straws, we battled......alonso tried to orchestrate an out of tune baros...silenced by the twin pillars of love and hate......Then Gerard found his voice shrill and clear.....he grew mammoth wings, he hung in the air and nodded an arrow home....into the apple......we grew on hope.....Garcia delivered the ball to the milanese on the circle and told them to try and stop us.....we looked in their eyes....we saw fear in the eyes of these rich italians unfamiliar with red storms enveloping them in passion..........Smicer often a baying donkey....cut in slicing a hole in gattuso and pirlio................aiming a silver bullet that proved too hot for Dida to hold.....we believed.....we believed WE BELIEVED....be AFRAID......Again we told the Milanese this wasn't their year.....second in the Scuddeto.....second for life......we took the life of your victors.....we squeezed their life away and watched Capello lose his ticket for the greatest opera in the world too early.........and Gerard bursted like a flame into the Box......they couldn't touch him......they had to fell him.....and he fell TIMBER TIMBER.....the crowd saw him pull down cities and crumble monoliths as he fell........we bayed for claret......we shouted for justice....but money talks and Alonso stepped up like a man of stone......a hot potato in Didas hands and it lived in the minds of people as it rustled in the net.................YESSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
This is our year........The Popes Death, A Royal Wedding.....all the Favourites losing against us......you may have have laughed..........

The Gates closed......our Tug ships became huge Oil tankers and we saw the white feather come on with a tremendous roar........CISSE must......Pergatory awaited.......we limbo danced our way through 22 mins to see the greatest double save in the history of the earth.....stand back Banks.....stand aside Seaman.....we have a new Polish Pope...............Dudek......now a cardinal must stand before the votes

Vote one......he moves like a caterpillar and the brazillian author writes on the sky........
Hamannn our rock steps forward and leaves no doubt
Vote two.......does the funky chicken and we watch him push a spagetti western into bolagnese
Riise tired, exhausted after a lifetime of a season buckles....but we hold him up...we will hold them out
Vote three....tries to look Kaka in the eye....but the Brazillian is Brazillian after all and turns the screw
Smicer makes us doubters cry into our past and rewrite his histories
Vote four....The eastern block meets the Iron Curtain and the curtain frays.......

THE NOSE OF FORTUNE SAVES OUR SOUL AND WE KEEP THE TROPHY........WETHER TO LAUGH OR CRY....WHETHER TO LIVE OR DIE....WE KNOW NOT......ALL WE KNOW IS WE ARE HAPPIER THAN JOY.......WE CAN HOPE AGAIN

LIVERPOOL CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE 2005

Morning!

Couldn't sleep with the Technicolor rays of drink forcing my veining
eyelids open and was haunted by men with beards roaming the streets
with toes nail clippings embedded like bits of toast and egg.....so I
pondered.....and I pondered like your man Atlas holding the world
astride his shoulders using his mind to try and stop the waters from
falling away from land and turning earth into a huge rotten apple of
mud.....I think that's when I think best is whenever all around me is
falling apart...although all is not falling apart I pretended it was
just to think like a mad man......so I pondered and pondered and
figured stuff out in my wee head......and then sleep took me.....woken
by rain on the window and an alarm blaring in my ear.....so I sleep
walked to the shower and the bus stop....misty rain cloaking my every
step......and here I am.....on a Friday numb from the head
up.....waiting for something to happen that leaves me flat on my face
looking up at the worms......but it won't....its a Friday and Fridays
mean crunchies and crunchies mean honeycomb and sunny glades and busy
bees and picnic rugs and fresh orange juice with strawberries and
games of swing ball and cool lakes that splash when I fall in wearing
nothing but a smile....and paddle like a dog who found a ball to the
edge before a barbecue on the beach with coconut shades and purple
sunsets with steel drums echoing a different place as we watch the
little boy sail off into the sunset on the back of a turtle never to
be seen again!

Ohh What a night!

What a team......what a performance...ohhhhh what a night....

The soldiers of fortune stepped up to the plate and the 'new' baby
faced assassin punctured the Chelsea balloon.....Trajore was a
collosus and will blood into the new Thuram.....Biscan had so much
chocolate on his biscuit that i wanted to join his club and Carragher
was beyond words.....

Sweat dripped from every pore and moulded success and we will the ball
to ping pong around the centre of the pitch.......you could feel our
Anfield brothers sucking the ball into the chelsea net and puffing the
ball out from Jerseys polish fortress....(the nazi's may have done it
once but the foreign legion wasn't breaching our defences)......Robben
flapped on to great applause but was kept to the wings and Gudjohnsen,
that icelandic iceberg toiled to no avail.....flashing a threat past
our post like the tremendous god thor....only for the angelic hyppia
to throw a wing over the goal mouth and protect us from harm.......

No Russian referee this time to the rescue, though some well paid
dignataries bellowed onto the pitch to increase the
pressure......dancing through the penalty areas they thought to add an
extra 6 mins and showed chelskis desperation.....

So, Jose must still be the chosen one......the one chosen to finish
merely lower than greatness this year.,.....Step up my goggle eyed
spaniard who has wizardry in his tactical brain....who can make
diamonds shine out of the ashes and make millions look like
pounds.....Shine that beaconic forehead and lead us fighting into the
cauldron of Istanbul

WELCOME TO HELL AC MILAN...we will be waiting!