When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the 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 walk alone
When you have 45,000 odd people screaming you on, there's very little else you can say except...See you in Athens boys...You did us proud.
Nil Desperandum, Auspice Benitez
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