The Ataturk hosts two colossal giants of the game
Liverpool and Milan get set for universal acclaim
Typical Traore foul, arms flailing, a human windmill
Evergreen Maldini fires in from the resulting cross, blast it’s one nil
Deathly silence, the makeshift Kop are silenced
Nonsense! It’s only a temporary form of grievance
Liverpool, Liverpool is the chant
Above all other anthems can be heard this descant
Milan again thrust forward, the hapless Djimi beaten
Semi revenge for Chelsea as Crespo unlocks the dungeon
Ooh! the cups heading to Milan for certain
The groans can be heard from Toxteth to Berlin
The Red stagecoach is fast turning into a pumpkin
Kaka breaks, the killer ball as Crespo applies the coup de grace
Cruel! Istanbul Reds seek cover and pray for solace
“Game over” screams Andy Gray as my Dad, storms out in disgust
Milan are the epitome of magnificence, majestic epitome and august
The HT whistle is welcomed like a long lost brother
Dreams wrecked cruelly, lying neglected in a smother
The Rafalution is over, the Scousers are heartbroke
We need a Rafa moment of genius, a master stroke
This is not one memory the Reds will evoke
As Didi Hamann emerges in the shape of a baroque
Second half, Dudek magically defies a shevchenko free kick
This, the defining moment when proceedings become toxic
Two crosses from Riise, the second precisely onto the head of a pin
Stevie G, marauding, grandiose, masterful leaps to head in
Captain fantastic jerks his arms, "Come on!" is the scream
A banner say’s “Stevie is bigger than the Beatles!”, will they dare to blaspheme?
Didi now feeds a blood hungry Vlad the Impaler
Skimmed shot, edge of the box, demise reports a failure
It’s fever pitch now, strangers are holding each other crying
If I said my arm hairs weren’t standing I’d probably be lying
Our own Milan backheels to give Gerrard the freedom of the town
Oh the Milan agony as General Gattuso hacks him down
Alonso steps up, Dida stretches left, misses
Ecstacy though with the resultant rebound, “get in there” he hisses
It’s cardiac arrest time, football’s greatest comeback… thus far
The fans go into overdrive in this Turkish bazaar
Injury time finishes, extra time begins, Smicer suffers a cramp hit
Carra suffers the same fate, valiant stretching clearance to acquit
The trick is repeated a minute later, what price this spirit?
AC cross, Shevchenko heads, Jerzy saves a la Banks
Straight to feet though, sheva fires home, still balanced on the gangplank
Disbelief as replays show the missile being deflected over
Final whistle, I visualise Red fans tottering on the cliffs of Dover
Penalties and Liverpool have stuck a Pole in the goal
It’s our very own Jerzy, straight from the Mersey
Serginho shoots into orbit, endangering low flying birds
This is not part of the script, it’s all rather absurd
Didi puts one beyond Dida’s wave
As Pirlo’s lame effort is saved
The Lord of Frodsham sends Dida hurtling aimlessly into a canyon
Tomasson at last blasts one home in retaliation
Riise of all people misses as Kaka beats Grobelaar reincarnated
The Impaler sends Dida the wrong way as football’s breath is bated
Jerzy dives right but palms the ball back out in a moment which is sublime
Yes Liverpool are European Champions for the fifth time
I end this pome here as the party hits Sputnik
To dear Istanbul we bid Allaha Ismarladık
© Emdad Rahman
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