The Night They Won The Cup
Three-nil down at half time
And totally outclassed
Liverpool they came out flying
With a passion from the past
Three-one, three-two then three all
And into extra time
But the score stuck fast at three-three
As Dudek stood on his line
He saved the first two penalties
With some antics he’d made up
And it was magic there in Istanbul
The night they won the cup.
poem by David Keig
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