On beating Borrussia Monchengladbach to land our first European trophy
You Never Know, by John Toshack
We battled hard through five tough rounds,
‘Gainst foreign team swith funny sounds,
And then at last, the final game,
Eleven Germans left to tame.
On Wednesday Shankly names a team,
But for one player a shattered dream,
His season’s finished, blown away,
But he is still to have his say
Rumour says they will attack,
But Netzer’s playing at the back,
Those Germans they can really play,
It doesn’t look like the Kopites day
Then just by chance it really pours,
Twenty two players are on all fours,
The referee says “That’s enough”,
Will Liverpool call the German bluff?
The Final, postponed for a day,
Will Shankly play a different way?
In comes Toshack in place of Hall,
Now will we see the Germans fall?
The Welshman kills them in the air,
Toshack and Keegan what a pair!!
Liverpool win the game 3-0,
The Germans don’t believe it still.
When I look back until this day,
I never really thought I’d play.
But then – suppose – just goes to show,
In the game of football you never know!!!!!
