MY EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY
An army amassed just like centuries before, in a city made famous by sieges of yore.
Where Constantinople and Byzantium once stood, A new army now did descend like a flood.
An army of thousands in livery of red, Liverbirds on their chests and a dream in their heads.
With smiles on their faces and songs in their hearts, of hope a new era was waiting to start.
Stood on the North Tribune I looked all around, a sea of red swamping three sides of the ground.
Flags, scarves and banners that covered the crowd, a show of red strength to make Chairman Mao proud.
I surveyed the scene in awe and in bliss, How could we fail on a stage such as this? ...view middle of the document...
Then came the reverse of our first half ordeal, six minutes of mayhem that didn't seem real. Six glorious minutes that none will forget, when Stevie and Xabi and Vlad found the net.
Milan came again but at each turn were foiled, once more a siege played out on Istanbul soil.
As the seconds ticked down, the Redmen stood tall, though their muscles screamed 'stop' they ploughed on through it all.
Then came the moment God's will became known, The ball fell to Shevchenko with Dudek left prone.
With the goal at his mercy, our Pole somehow saved, someone from above must have smiled on the brave.
It was then that it suddenly all became clear, Milan realised that this wasn't their year.
Alongside the Reds stood an ally too great, There was no resisting the power of fate.
So when the game entered its final test then, they bore the demeanour of half-beaten men.
Defeat after so much no player deserved, but while Milan's men wilted the Reds kept their nerve.
And when Andrei's nemesis foiled him once more, the night air was pierced by a deafening roar.
Destiny fulfilled all that was prophesised, and I hugged all around me with tears in my eyes.
The Redmen all met us, celebrations they led, Carra The Lionheart, Gerrard The Red.
Sami The Mighty, the sturdy Hamann, Dudek and all, heroes to a man.
And Rafa, our Moses, by his guiding hand, he led us all back here to this Promised Land.
When the road became hard no excuse did he use, and when all seemed lost here his genius shone through.
Emotion flowed down from the stands like a shower, as we watched Stevie lift that old trophy of ours.
You'll Never Walk Alone once again we did sing, as we all heralded the return of the Kings.
Now on the bus back to Taksim I went, my voice was in tatters, all energy spent.
Utterly drained but smiling ear to ear, I thought back to the road that had led me to here.
As a boy I had watched all the legends parade, as they conquered all Europe and history was made.
As the years passed, now no longer watching a screen, I thought I'd never see what my elders had seen.
I wondered if my eyes would yet see the glory, and whether in years to come I could tell stories.
Of great Anfield nights and of crusades abroad, when the Mighty...