I was in my office last week and I clocked this poem again in the thread I started in Avanced Chat. Sent it round to all my contacts as an attachment.
Unbelievable. Just thinking of Emlyn Hughes, Bob Paisley and Bill Shankly sitting on a cloud with the Pope, nodding their heads in a kind of "What were you ever worried about?" way over Istanbul. No one is ever telling me that May 25th 2005 wasn't pre-written. Something magical occurred that night. It was just perfect.
This poem aired on various websites about 48 hours after Istanbul. I still read this and get a lump in my throat. You start thinking about Bill, Bob, Emlyn and our departed friends from 1989, sitting on a cloud, knowing that God with the help of 96 souls made that night possible. They were all there watching that night.