The old Kop I loved as a young fan.

26 thousand Reds in a sardine can!

I started out in the lofty Boys Pen.

Along with lots of middle aged men!

 

But in 71’ a full time Kopite I became.

Liverpool v Forest, was my first game.

To the sound of The Spion Kop roars.

My hero Keegan, scored early doors!

 

St Etienne in 77’ the highlight for me.

To get in, I queued up from half past 3!

Under the Anfield lights, what a night.

The Kop in full glory, an amazing sight!

 

Fairclough left their defence in its wake.

A difficult chance, with ease he did take!

It was bedlam when that 3rd goal went in.

As that was the goal that sealed our win!

 

As our ‘12th man’ The Kop was known.

Our players never felt they were alone.

When we cranked up the pressure and heat.

Teams would often crumble to defeat!

 

So…fast forward to nearly 50 years on.

Where’s our famous atmosphere gone?

Local fans priced out, is mostly to blame.

Mates standing together at every game.

Footy has reverted to a middle class affair.

It’s too costly now, but owners don’t care.

I miss those days, neath the old kop roof.

Am I just living in the past, is that the truth?

 

Can we turn back the clock, don’t think so?

The game lost many diehard fans years ago.

A tourist attraction, has become The Kop.

It’s just an extension of our souvenir shop.

 

The Kop brings in fans from far and wide.

The Anfield tills ring, but it’s hushed inside.

Likewise, famous terraces all over the land.

It’s a problem club owners, don’t understand.