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RED ARMY

Yes, the Reds have won the Champions League Semi's and are now in the finals in Istanbul. Alot have been reviewed, said and debated about Chelsea and Liverpool and who should be in the finals. But when the final whistle went at Anfield, there is only one clear winner. The Truth.

Two teams went onto the field yesterday. One to win the cup, the other for the glory. One played for the money, the other played for the supporters. Liverpool might be the Other's but we have something that Chelsea never had, we had glory, we had history and we had determination. Chelsea will have to go a long way to achieve the stature of the likes of Liverpool, MU and Arsenal. And during that game they learned their most obvious lesson, money doesnt buy soccer. A 300 million dollar team against a band of RED soldiers who had nothing to loose. Maybe the night is summed up for Chelsea when a fan lifted a banner saying "You cant buy this Chelski". Maybe the Russian will know what glory means to real soccer players and supporters.

The RED will march on to Istanbul and win the CL. Time will tell. We will prevail. You'll never walk alone.

[ The definition of Glory:
glo·ry (glôr'ē, glōr'ē) n., pl. -ries.
Great honor, praise, or distinction accorded by common consent; renown.
Something conferring honor or renown.
A highly praiseworthy asset: Your wit is your crowning glory.
Adoration, praise, and thanksgiving offered in worship.
Majestic beauty and splendor; resplendence: The sun set in a blaze of glory.
The splendor and bliss of heaven; perfect happiness.
A height of achievement, enjoyment, or prosperity: ancient Rome in its greatest glory.
A halo, nimbus, or aureole. Also called gloriole.intr.v., -ried, -ry·ing, -ries.
To rejoice triumphantly; exult: a sports team that gloried in its hard-won victory.]

-Gp 2005- 4/5/05

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