When I heard that Steve Clarke was to become the King's number two I was overwhelmed. It was a similar feeling to the feeling I felt when my 2 year old beat cancer (he’s also a red :o)) . It was like the heavens had opened and a great gift had been passed down. Passed down to the righteous. Passed down to the chosen. Passed down to the King.
Passed down to Liverpool Football Club.
We didn't have to wait long, after the demons had been exorcised from the hallowed halls of Anfield by the return of The Great One, before champions of the game came calling. Calling upon the unique and special Liverpool family. Calling for a place at the table of legends. Where masters of the game had gorged on the opposition. Gorged until they were full. And then gorged some more.
Steve Clarke is the first of many. Everyone now wants to sit at King Kenny's table. The magic circle. Where dreams are achieved and memories are made. A table of heroes. A table of legends. A table of heroes.
And we WILL climb our own table. We will fight until we are spent. And we will keep coming. Keep bouncing. WE'RE GOING TO BOUNCE IN A MINUTE!!!!!!!!!
Believe me people. Have faith. Clasp your hands together as tightly as you can. Clasp your hands so tightly that your fingers turn blue and you get cramp in your biceps. Close your eyes so tightly that the acids released by the compressed muscles in your eye sockets permanently damage your eyesight. Because its ONLY together that we can achieve this. Stand as one behind the King with your sword in your hand and let out a mighty roar. A roar that can be heard up and down our great land.
And when Liverpool Football Club stand again at the summit, we will truly know the mind of the football Gods.
Passed down to Liverpool Football Club.
We didn't have to wait long, after the demons had been exorcised from the hallowed halls of Anfield by the return of The Great One, before champions of the game came calling. Calling upon the unique and special Liverpool family. Calling for a place at the table of legends. Where masters of the game had gorged on the opposition. Gorged until they were full. And then gorged some more.
Steve Clarke is the first of many. Everyone now wants to sit at King Kenny's table. The magic circle. Where dreams are achieved and memories are made. A table of heroes. A table of legends. A table of heroes.
And we WILL climb our own table. We will fight until we are spent. And we will keep coming. Keep bouncing. WE'RE GOING TO BOUNCE IN A MINUTE!!!!!!!!!
Believe me people. Have faith. Clasp your hands together as tightly as you can. Clasp your hands so tightly that your fingers turn blue and you get cramp in your biceps. Close your eyes so tightly that the acids released by the compressed muscles in your eye sockets permanently damage your eyesight. Because its ONLY together that we can achieve this. Stand as one behind the King with your sword in your hand and let out a mighty roar. A roar that can be heard up and down our great land.
And when Liverpool Football Club stand again at the summit, we will truly know the mind of the football Gods.
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