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!
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