Liverpool FC

(01-04-2012 14:37 )Pyro Wrote:  What the hell happened today??? Good attacking lineup, we were brilliant for the first 20mins we had chances but less clinical compared to Newcastle

It was shameful, embarrassing and now how long til Reina banned for??? That fucking Perch made the most of it Worse stil Everton are ahead of us Kenny been let down badly

reina is out for the villa game, blackburn and most importantly the fa cup semi at wembley. also i thought if i carroll stayed on his feet he would have scored and silenced the toon booing him, instead he dives and gets more abuse it was the worst dive ive seen.

An incredible game with Blackburn tonight as I was screaming my head off when Caroll scored in stoppage/injury time Great stuff to win a game with 10men, away with a team fighting off relegation!!! Maxi scoring 6 goals in 12 appearances a great return rate and a tribrute to Brad Jones for saving the pen and having a newborn baby boy, congratulations and now looks like he be our keeper for the Everton game at Wembley!! Don't think he even could of ever dreamt that

Pleased for Carroll getting the winner - gets plenty of stick but I still like the big man!

And once again Maxi scores (twice!). Guess that means he'll be on the bench for the rest of the season

As somebody old enough to have lived through Liverpool's Golden Era I really can't believe what's been happening over the past few years.....

Brilliant performance last night, absolutely delighted that we won. Also well done to Brad Jones who deserved that after the tragedy he went through last year.

A mate text me this earlier, says he's seen it on Twitter.

We're gonna Carroll sing,
We're gonna Carroll sing,
We're gonna Carroll sing,
We're gonna Carroll sing,

It made me chuckle, as much as I'm not a fan of his I can imagine the Kop singing it.

We need a good Carroll song! Not heard anything about that one Mitchell? The old Sweet Carroll nine one didn't fly!!!

Andy's the man. Boss the other night. Hopefully get a couple at the weekend!

The Justice Bell

A schoolboy holds a leather ball
in a photograph on a bedroom wall
the bed is made, the curtains drawn
as silence greets the break of dawn.

The dusk gives way to morning light
revealing shades of red and white
which hang from posters locked in time
of the Liverpool team of 89.

Upon a pale white quilted sheet
a football kit is folded neat
with a yellow scarf, trimmed with red
and some football boots beside the bed.

In hope, the room awakes each day
to see the boy who used to play
but once again it wakes alone
for this young boy’s not coming home.

Outside, the springtime fills the air
the smell of life is everywhere
viola’s bloom and tulips grow
while daffodils dance heel to toe.

These should have been such special times
for a boy who’d now be in his prime
but spring forever turned to grey
in the Yorkshire sun, one April day.

The clock was locked on 3.06
as sun shone down upon the pitch
lighting up faces etched in pain
as death descended on Leppings Lane.

Between the bars an arm is raised
amidst a human tidal wave
a young hand yearning to be saved
grows weak inside this deathly cage.

A boy not barely in his teens
is lost amongst the dying screams
a body too frail to fight for breath
is drowned below a sea of death

His outstretched arm then disappears
to signal thirteen years of tears
as 96 souls of those who fell
await the toll of the justice bell.

Ever since that disastrous day
a vision often comes my way
I reach and grab his outstretched arm
then pull him up away from harm.

We both embrace with tear-filled eyes
I then awake to realise
it’s the same old dream I have each week
as I quietly cry myself to sleep.

On April the 15th every year
when all is calm and skies are clear
beneath a glowing Yorkshire moon
a lone scots piper plays a tune.

The tune rings out the justice cause
then blows due west across the moors
it passes by the eternal flame
then engulfs a young boys picture frame.

His room is as it was that day
for twenty-three years it’s stayed that way
untouched and frozen forever in time
since that tragic day in 89.

And as it plays its haunting sound
tears are heard from miles around
they’re tears from families of those who fell
awaiting the toll of the justice bell.

-by Dave Kirby


JFT96

You'll Never Walk Alone

Just watched the memorial service and thoght it was very moving. great to see dirk kuyt do a reading.