Daily Poem

This was the poem that i wrote the day after the best champions league final in history.

Journey to the dream

It seems like only yesterday the long journey it began
Character and strength was needed in each and every man
Begun in the qualifiers the long and worrying road
Trying to balance it with the other cups, a most precarious load

But we made it to the group stages where the real tournament took place
And it seems like pride took over and put a smile on every face
It wasn’t always easy and as usual there were tears to cry
And the results didn’t go our way sometimes and then we all would sigh

But the games progressed with faintest hopes that we could reign supreme
And with only precious minutes left reality replaced the dream
For one down at half time and needing to score three to win
Was an uphill struggle against Olympiakos but our captain saw us through to win

The joy in the faces of the fans and the team as we realised our dream
Was now lived right here with us hidden in our chants and our screams
So next stage beckoned and the games were getting harder by the day
But with steel in defence we knew our warriors would lead the way

So its Leverkusen at Anfield and the score was a fantasy I swear
But watching it was magnificent but oh how I wish I was there
3-1 the final whistle went and we started to believe the impossible
That the cup could be ours and some of the optimistic looked forward to Istanbul

But the job wasn’t done til the return leg and believe it we didn’t as 3-1 came again
We just couldn’t believe it the prospect loomed larger and we knew only eight teams did remain
Well the mighty Juventus were next and the job was well done in the first twenty minutes we came out on top
And though 2-1 at the final whistle we knew and the chance to be champions was screamed from the kop

Well the task would be completed in a hostile and impossible place to win
And though no goals were scored we held supreme and were deafened by the din
So semi finals here we come and a chance to beat the team that had beaten us in three games
Stalemate at the bridge and we had to rely on some good luck and bad misses, perhaps fate was to
Blame?

So it’s Anfield to end the semi and the goal was scored quickly or not, we will never know
But we knew that they would attack us and they did but our defence of iron was on show
Well the final whistle sounded and it took a minute to sink in I can  remember
That the final was ours we had come a long way since September

AC Milan in turkey what a finale to the competition that we had played so hard to lift
Would we conquer the mighty Italians or like the tides of the sea would we drift
Well 30,000 took their seats and couldn’t believe their eyes, three nill down at half time the game was lost
But playing for pride was the thing now no more goals conceded at any cost

But captain marvel headed home and the dream was on once more
And then when Smicer slammed the ball home we had to look twice at the score
Was this a fantasy game in our heads if that was the case it was about to get better
For Gerrard went down and Alonso took the penalty, though first saved hit the rebound by the letter

3-3 and this was madness, where had the score come from, were we imagining it, the come back was complete
But extra time came and the legs were going not a Liverpool fan was left on their seat
Sweat, tears and emotion filled us all as our bodies succumbed to the game we were seeing right here
And when Shevchenko’s header was saved and then the volley was too and then the corner was cleared

Well we knew this was it and the final was done and the result would be decided on the dreaded penalties
And with hands over eyes and cheering hopes, they missed the first two that we scored with ease
But then suddenly they scored and Riise’s was saved as Dida stretched his frame across goal
And they scored yet again and then we scored our third which meant Shevchenko had to regain control

And as he strolled to the ball and Dudek’s hand stopped the shot the crowd erupted with a breath taking roar
And for a minute just silence disbelief soon replaced by the crowd as they realised the score
Well the emotion flooded us all and the hugs and tears and the result didn’t sink in straight away
But when Gerrard lifted that cup as captain of the champions of Europe we knew that this was Liverpool’s day

Well it’s all over now but I still feel emotion for the love and respect of the best team in the land
Now Europe has been conquered there are better things to come as the future for domination is at hand

©sonofdel