In the Liverpool Slums they look in the dustbin for something to eat, they find a dead cat, they Think it’s a treat,
“he’s only a poor little scouser, his face is all tattered and torn, he made me feel sick, so I hit him with a brick, and now he ain’t singing no more”
“can you run”
“(We got the) best team in the land”
“blue Wembley”
John Bond we love you
Actually to be honest there’s no atmosphere nowadays, Football, like the rest of society has been sanitised, and although I know theyounger generation probably won’t understand / agree - as my mum used to say “a bit of dirt never did anyone any harm”