One Club Man

Welcome to Fenners’ Boot Room
Of a Bootle boy born a Blue
Who went from Marsh Lane to Anfield Road
But remained a local la, always true

A twist, a firm feel for good measure
Father Philly always knew best
What boots were alright or just utter shite
Whether they’d withstand the soft leather test

From Stratos to Mundials, Premiers to World Cups
It was black, strictly black – always
Istanbul in lighter than light Vapors
Followed by bevvies for the next four days

A proper defender, but more importantly
A genuine, pure Liverpudlian man
Boots for the boys taken from Melwood
Saved a mate from getting nicked ‘cause he can

A proper old school pro
Obsessed, passionate just like a fanatic fan
Supporters sang that they dreamt of a team of him
The true definition of a one club man

by Working Class Poet