1972

giovedì, maggio 26, 2005
Liverpool. Dopo la partita di ieri, qualcuno potrà ancora risentirsi se gli altri vengono definiti sport minori?

Some people think football is a matter of life and death ... I can assure them it is much more serious than that.

(Bill Shankly).

Sullo zero a tre i tifosi inglesi esultavano per ogni palla recuperata. E alla fine hanno cantato questo:

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm, There's a golden sky,
And thesweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown...
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone.

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone...
You'll never walk alone.


Anche questa è storia.
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