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five euros (part one)

five euros (part one)

FIVE EUROS (part 1) 1977

seventy seven was the first of our haul gladbach in rome it was too close to call
league title secured confidence high determined to win for the cause they would die
the first half was cagey both playing tight onĀ the half hour came a pass from the right
a red shirt ran through it was terry mac chipping over the keeper right into the sack
1-0 at half time all going well but early in the second they equalised oh hell
the match in the balance we won a corner up from the back came tommy the brawler
the ball floated over trajectory high smith rose like a salmon tommies was the cry
airbourne already the ball was perfectly met a bullet header straight into the net
still twenty to go we needed a third the kop in full voice the krauts running scared
eight minutes to go offside trap sprung kevin raced through on his shoulders fate hung
just about ready to unleash his shot he got hacked down the ref pointed to the spot
a penalty to the reds phil neal would step up stick it away for the european cup
with nerves of steel up marched our phil it was never in doubt he knew the drill
the kop went delerious and sang youll never walk alone the ref blew the whistle we had won it in rome ,up stepped our emlyn he held it up high with a smile as wide as the mersey and not many a dry eye.................

25th may 1977 olympic stadium romeĀ 

LFC 3-1 BORRUSIA MONCENGLADBACH

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