Adios a la décima

His armband proved
he was a red
Torres Torres
You'll never walk alone it said
Torres Torres
We bought the lad from sunny Spain
He gets the ball
He scores again
Fernando Torres
Liverpool's number 9.

CHORREO EN ANFIELD!

puta madrid! fuera de la champions y de nuevo año en blanco que es lo que os toca.

Gran personaje el de la foto, fernando torres, uno de los mejores delanteros del mundo.







When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.