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This Number 8 | A Poem By Cally


Seen Gerrard inspire comeback

For the reds back in 05

In a game I thought we’d never win 

After being 3 nil down at half time


But as the fans began to sing

The players felt something they’d never felt

We suddenly remembered

That we had 3 sides of that stadium to ourselves


It was Stevie that got the first

Then Smicer from far out 

Don’t shoot from there you mad bastard! 

Was what every red would shout 


An even though Xabi levelled it up

Believe it or not we still had doubts 

But it was a double save from Dudek

That made them get that trophy pen out 


As they engraved the name of my club on that cup

I thought OMG this is it 

The 15 year old me couldn’t believe what he’d seen

Shedding tears as Stevie lifted it


As I drifted in dreamland the artist in me  

Just had to draw Gerrard again

So I laid out my iPad to paint number 5 

With the captain at the point of me pen


As I sat down to draw him I wondered 

What it was that made Stevie so special

Was it the boots he wore? Those red and black preds? 

Talent alone couldn’t get you to that level? 


Surely is was something deeper

This man pulled us out the shit every time 

But we all know how magic a boot can be 

Remember Ronaldo in his R9s


It became clear why he was so great 

As I printed him off and framed him up 

His magic was in how he made us feel 

This number 8 was one of us 








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