Liverpool 4 Dortmund 3 - The Roundtable
I'll leave someone else to describe the second half. Maybe prose isn't the right vehicle and we should wait for an epic poem to be written instead.
You do realise, of course, that you will have shamed others including myself into marking such a night with something as heartfelt.
Ah, go on then.
An Anfield Epic
No changes then, and battle’s done
The Dortmund horde, victory hard won
Half way to the line on their horizon
Halfway to their finest win all season
A Europa League of pitted wits
Nations drawn, the Reds in bits
Across this world this struggle’s seen
Yellowed eyes see silver gleam
Anfield summons the Spirit of Bill
The shades of Bob & Joe come up the hill
Our Ancient greats watch this unfold
King Kenny, Robbie, the most famous God of old
From Liverpool 4 to the middle east
The compass marks our further reach
From Reykjavik to Istanbul
Our trophy cabinet is full
No changes then, except pace and swerve
Can can, Can will, Can has passed with verve
Origi runs and jinks and pokes it low
Beyond the flailing keeper, watch it go
The Dortmund horde step up their songs and chants
The Anfield massive think they have a chance
Hummels coolly striding forth
Reus slots home the Dortmund fourth
They said our days were numbered
We said this game can still be plundered
They said that we’re not famous any more
We said that we can always - ALWAYS - score one more
Fresh legs, the Studge, our Saviour, Joe
A goal from young Coutinho
3-4, two more, can it be done?
The Anfield faithful roar them on!
Young Danny skips from wing to wing
A lithe, alive a wondrous thing
A team in Red, a famous day
A team that plays the Liverpool Way
Mamadou Mama-can, Mama-has, he heads in at the post
Kopites of old see Emlyn’s Ghost
The Kemlyn Awakens, an unheard roar
The Main Stand blinks, the score’s 4-4
And now the dying minutes ebb away
A famous draw, but we will not win the day
It’s LFC, it’s Anfield, right?
It’s a Famous European Night
Milner, steady, Milner sure
Dinks it forward, just once more
Danny delivers to Dejan - and it’s unreal!
Bless our souls, we’re off to Villarreal