Where Anfield roars, a sea of red,
A passion etched, in stories said.
Liverpool Football Club, they call,
More than just a team, a soul that enthralls.
From Shankly’s dream, a beacon bright,
Boot Room wisdom, guiding every fight.
Paisley’s magic, trophies galore,
Europe conquered, forevermore.
Through lean years etched, with scars and pain,
Hillsborough’s shadow, etched like rain.
But hope endured, resilience strong,
Liverpool’s spirit, where anthems belong.
Dalglish returned, a king restored,
Gerrard’s thunder, legends adored.
Suarez’s bite, Coutinho’s flair,
Klopp’s whirlwind, igniting the air.
Salah’s magic, Van Dijk’s wall,
Mane’s relentless charge, thrilling all.
Champions crowned, dreams come true,
Anfield bathed in victory’s hue.
But beyond the trophies, the accolades won,
It’s the Kop’s spirit, forever one.
You’ll Never Walk Alone, the anthem rings,
A bond with the city, where loyalty clings.
From Shankly Gates, where legends tread,
A legacy lives on, in stories yet spread.
For Liverpool FC, more than just crest,
It’s a family, a heartbeat, put to the test.
So raise a scarf, to the Kop’s loud roar,
To memories etched, forevermore.
May Liverpool’s spirit, forever reign,
A testament to passion, etched in England’s domain.