I might be a Manchester Blue,

so old school that I used to have slate

and chalk to calculate City’s

progress up

and invariably down the league.

A fan since the days of Dennis Tuert,

Willie Donachie and Asa Hartford, yet

still as the new season approaches,

I salute one of the special ones,

the soothing

Voice of Anfield,

the heroic stance in the box

of echoes and history,

the voice of football

in a world gone mad with the overpaid

and the undeserving, George’s timbre