Napi hüppögés: Apáink nyomdokain

Igaz, ebben a forróságban nincs szükségünk szívmelengetésre, de hát mi már csak a múltba révedésbe fogunk egyszer belepusztulni, úgyhogy ez is simán belefér. Dave Kirby drámaíró nagyszerű verse (és az ahhoz készült slideshow) még a legkeményebbnek is képes összeszorítani a torkát. Azért én rakom ki, mert átküldtem a többieknek mailben, és ők még a könnyeiket nyelik. (Kommentben úgyis letagadják majd.)

Dave Kirby: Footsteps of our Fathers

A January night at Anfield – cold clear skies.

Scenes of joy and emotion captured in Kenny’s eyes.

I know how he felt that evening – I was feeling the same,

As Wembley memories engulfed me – calling me there again.

Sounds, songs, visions, faces, images from the past,

Kopites who have now moved on, memories that last.

The footsteps of our fathers, those who have gone before,

Echoed sounds of yesteryear, we are back at Wembley once more.

I can see the 1960s – what a time to be alive,

Cally, Smithy, Hunt, St John, Wembley ’65.

Then ’74, it’s still vivid – costumes, Trafalgar Square,

Then Shankly walking toward us, his arms raised in the air.

And who can forget 1978 – the European champions elite,

The genius, the maestro, the all-time great, the legend that is Dalglish.

1983, what a year! Whelan’s goal sublime,

And Sir Bob walking up those Wembley steps – the greatest manager of all-time.

’84 so special – laughter, banter, pride,

100,000 Reds and Blues standing shoulder to shoulder singing Merseyside.

Two years later we were back, basking in the glory,

Kenny in charge, Rushie the double – another great Wembley story.

Buses, hitch-hikers, an annual crusade,

Reds from every walk of life, history being made.

Then the hearbreak of ’89, we’ll never forget that year,

96 loved ones who should have been there, victory laced with tears.

So many mixed emotions, images transfixed,

Shankly’s farewell, our centenary year and those suits in 96.

A million special memories – emotion, joy, tears,

Flags, banners, songs of old, which echo down the years,

And so now destiny calls us, all roads lead to London again,

We’ll tread the path of legends inspired by an eternal flame,

The footsteps of our fathers – those who have gone before,

They will all be there at Wembley to walk with us once more.

Dave Kirby: Footsteps of our Fathers

A January night at Anfield – cold clear skies.
Scenes of joy and emotion captured in Kenny’s eyes.
I know how he felt that evening – I was feeling the same,
As Wembley memories engulfed me – calling me there again.
Sounds, songs, visions, faces, images from the past,
Kopites who have now moved on, memories that last.
The footsteps of our fathers, those who have gone before,
Echoed sounds of yesteryear, we are back at Wembley once more.
I can see the 1960s – what a time to be alive,
Cally, Smithy, Hunt, St John, Wembley ’65.
Then ’74, it’s still vivid – costumes, Trafalgar Square,
Then Shankly walking toward us, his arms raised in the air.
And who can forget 1978 – the European champions elite,
The genius, the maestro, the all-time great, the legend that is Dalglish.
1983, what a year! Whelan’s goal sublime,
And Sir Bob walking up those Wembley steps – the greatest manager of all-time.
’84 so special – laughter, banter, pride,
100,000 Reds and Blues standing shoulder to shoulder singing Merseyside.
Two years later we were back, basking in the glory,
Kenny in charge, Rushie the double – another great Wembley story.
Buses, hitch-hikers, an annual crusade,
Reds from every walk of life, history being made.
Then the hearbreak of ’89, we’ll never forget that year,
96 loved ones who should have been there, victory laced with tears.
So many mixed emotions, images transfixed,
Shankly’s farewell, our centenary year and those suits in 96.
A million special memories – emotion, joy, tears,
Flags, banners, songs of old, which echo down the years,
And so now destiny calls us, all roads lead to London again,
We’ll tread the path of legends inspired by an eternal flame,
The footsteps of our fathers – those who have gone before,
They will all be there at Wembley to walk with us once more.

Published by audrey