An Ode To The Champions

A poem to celebrate Liverpool winning the Premier League.

An Ode To The Champions

Men dressed in red on a pitch vivid green,

The most glorious sight that I ever have seen,

Singing and chants rising up from the Kop,

This is my heaven, don’t make it stop.

History and memories fill up this space ,

Banners of heroes all over the place,

Shankly and Paisley and King Kenny too,

We’ve won it 6 times, that’s a lot more than you!

Years of plenty, fallow ones too,

Wonderful moments are shared old and new,

Hansen and Rush, Carra and Gerrard,

Wondering who will become our new stars.

At the start of the season there weren’t such high hopes,

Jurgen had gone, in his place some bald bloke,

He’d come over from Holland with little fanfare,

Yet we still wished to dream and not to despair.

Desperate to sing ‘We’re the champions’,

20 times, 20 times,

Desperate to sing ‘We’re the champions’,

And to have the time of our lives.

In the first few games we flew out the blocks,

Salah scored every match, he couldn’t be stopped,

Forest briefly put pause to our victory charge,

But we pressed on again, our confidence large.

Slot’s tactics were working, less heavy metal,

But no less drive forward, foot hard on the pedal,

Suffocate, dominate, press into submission,

Nothing could stop these Reds on a mission.

On fire in Europe scoring goal after goal,

Gakpo, Szoboszlai, Van Dijk all involved,

Diaz from Colombia, he plays for the ‘pool,

Hat-trick against Leverkusen, effortless cool.

Even when down we would always come back,

Arsenal, Brighton, Southampton, ruthless attack,

Top by October, would we be there to stay?

It was hard to see anything get in our way.

Hoping to sing ‘We’re the champions’,

20 times, 20 times,

Hoping to sing ‘We’re the champions’,

And to have the time of our lives.

Huge test against City, we beat them 2-0,

Building a gap to the rest, what a thrill,

Hammering Spurs just three days before Christmas,

Keep proving points to those who dismiss us.

Good form continues, the Hammers get hammered,

Into New Year all the fans are enamoured,

United and Forest hold us to draws,

Mid-season slump, or only a pause?

It seems it’s the latter, we breathe once again,

Beat Brentford and Ipswich, we move on but then,

Out of the cup, Plymouth cause a huge shock,

But our red shirted heroes can take such a knock.

Last duel at Goodison ends in a draw,

Arne and Curtis show emotions are raw,

Beat City again and win over the Toon,

12 points clear now, we’re over the moon.

Waiting to sing ‘We’re the champions’,

20 times, 20 times,

Waiting to sing ‘We’re the champions’,

And to have the time of our lives.

Topping the group in the Champions League,

Surely setting ourselves up to succeed,

Who will we draw, can’t wait to see,

No luck this time, a date with PSG.

Alisson Becker, colossal in France,

Harvey scores late, will the red men advance?

Pegged back at Anfield, beaten on pens,

Pick ourselves up, we must still go again.

Onwards to Wembley for the Carabao Cup,

Hoping to see Van Dijk lift it up,

Burn rises high to head Newcastle ahead,

A day to forget for the men dressed in red.

The league’s now the focus, the derby again,

Jota’s the hero, we march on but then,

We go down to Fulham despite Mac Allister’s screamer,

But Arsenal only draw to do us a favour.

Soon we can sing ‘We’re the champions’,

20 times, 20 times,

Soon we can sing ‘We’re the champions’,

And have the time of our lives.

Come back to beat West Ham, Van Dijk seals it late,

Just two more wins needed, it’s going to be great,

Scrape it at Leicester, Trent going wild,

On to face Tottenham to win it in style.

Anfield is buzzing, the Kop singing loud,

Solanke scores early trying to quieten us down,

Not long to wait, Mo to Dom, Diaz scores,

Celebrates wildly, the crowd beg for more.

Alexis again with a wonderful hit,

Gakpo slams home, that’s surely it,

Mo on the scoresheet, the selfie of his life,

Udogie own goal, we’ve hit them for five.

The crowd lap it up, they’re going insane,

The Reds are right back at the top of the game,

In 2020, COVID dampened the pleasure,

But now all are here to party together.

Now we can sing ‘We’re the champions’,

20 times, 20 times,

Now we can sing ‘We’re the champions’,

We’re having the time of our lives.

Virgil and Mo finally put pen to paper,

Happy to build towards the future together,

Trent has decided to try pastures new,

Oh yes it hurts, but really, thank you!

Since the win it’s cooled off, one point out of nine,

But we’ve already won it so it’s totally fine,

Last game against Palace, the trophy to lift,

Players have given the fans such a wonderful gift.

The parade will come next, the streets will be heaving,

In and out of the crowds the bus will be weaving,

The players and Slot get to bask in their glory,

Another fine chapter in the Liverpool story.

Then towards the future our thoughts will all turn,

Time now to strengthen, with who, we’ll soon learn,

Aim to impress at the start of next season,

Hoping those red men will give us a reason,

To sing once again, ‘We’re the champions’,

21 times, 21 times,

To sing once again, ‘We’re the champions’,

Still having the time of our lives.