ACT ONE

An implausible number of people enter the stage. They aredressed as though they are going to Anfield today, wearingshirts and scarves from the last sixty years of match-going.They look at the audience for a moment. A woman, NESS SHANKLY, steps forward and lights a cigarette.

NESS. O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us

To see oursels as ithers see us!

It wad frae monie a blunder free us

An’ foolish notion:

What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us

An’ ev’n devotion!

Projection:The First Half

A cold wind whistles. The house lights dim.

Projection:1′

CHORUS. In the winter-time

In the night-time

They remembered him

And then they came to him

In the winter-time

In the night-time

A man steps forward. This man is BILL SHANKLY.Fromnow on referred to as BILL.

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