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