Silent Shout   In the stands a great crowd gathers, Eager to watch and see their dream. Adults and children all the same, Wait impatient; wait for the game… The whistle blows and the crowd roars, Whirlwind weather and flat back fours. Thunder claps and cries of foul, Lightning runs and loud mouths howl. Chanting support and cameras flashing, Striker falls and players clashing, The heat of the game; the adrenaline pumping,    Dangerous shot and goalie jumping. The crowd is thousands but yet united, An early goal and the game is ignited. Scoreboard flashes and lions now, Join to create a massive row. A whistle blows and all hope shatters, Children cry, their great dream in tatters. In the nearby flats the result is heard. A figure cries uncontrollably. His great ideal lost again. The pains of tears scrape down his face. Each a shard of glass. Hurt imprisons him. He didn't think,  When the pills were swallowed. He didn't think, As the world swirled. Blackness. In the nearby flats a radio can be heard. A figure lies shattered. "Football isn't just life and death, it's more important than that." Bill Shankly Ex-Liverpool Manager         Back