Bob's reign began back in ‘74,
When Shankly the legend walked out of the door.
Though it felt like the end, it was just the beginning,
Of nine glorious years, of red trophy winning.
Bob's first season in, we were runners up,
We won the Charity Shield, but alas, not a cup.
But Bob was just laying, down his own plans,
To bring home success, to Liverpool's fans.
The following season, Bob's dream, it came true,
When the title was won, down at old Molyneux.
The UEFA cup followed, no way could we lose,
And we brought home the trophy, by beating the Bruges.
But then came along, the real hammer blow,
Keegan told Bob, that he wanted to go.
But not even that, was going to stop,
Bob's red machine rising up to the top.
The title boxed off, and so on to Rome,
To try and bring old big ears home.
And the Curva Nord, was a wondrous sight,
Red & white chequered flags, unfurled in the night.
A goal from McDermott, and one from Smithy,
The win was secured by Neal's penalty.
With the result up in lights, for the whole world to see,
It's Borussia 1 and Liverpool 3.
The footballing God's then looked down from Heaven,
As Bob brought in Kenny, our new number 7.
For a fee so low, it was surely a joke,
Nah! it was just another Bob masterstroke.
And so on to Wembley, in ‘78,
Securing Bob's status as a footballing great.
To the delight of the joyous, heaving red mass,
As Kenny chipped in from Souness' pass.
Then two more league titles in successive years,
As Bob's red machine just eased through the gears.
Then over the Channel, to 'Arl Gay Paree,
It's Barney! ONE-NIL !!, and that's number 3.
The League cup and titles, won in Bob's last two years.
Up to the Royal box, to Anfield South's cheers.
And then it was time, for a well earned rest,
Bob had proved beyond doubt, he was simply the best.
The tragedy was, Bob's own memories,
Were taken from him, by a cruel disease.
But close your eyes for a moment,
And I'm sure you will see,
The LEGEND in a cardie,
THE GREAT BOB PAISLEY.
Author: Chris Moran
"I was to learn that praise from Bob Paisley was rather like a snowstorm in the Sahara. He may have been regarded as a fatherly figure by the supporters but, let me tell you, he ruled at Anfield with a rod of iron. You could tell when he was about by the changed atmosphere in the dressing rooms and training ground. He was a commanding man and there were few who dared mess around with him. If we looked as though we were becoming a little complacent or if we were not performing up to the standard Bob would say, ‘If you have all had enough of winning, come and see me and I will sell the lot of you and buy 11 new players.
Another time he warned: ‘I am only a modest Geordie but get me cornered and I am a mean bastard’. But it would be wrong to give the impression that we all walked around in fear and trepidation. He always kept a velvet glove on."
Souness on Paisley