His Name Is Luis Suarez – by Shamika Johnson

He was standing at the airport, ready to go
When he got a call and anxiously said Hello
It was just his Pal, old Dirkie Kuyt
Who wanted to wish him a very safe flight
He left Amsterdam with pride in his heart
And wanted to get to a really good start
He flew down to Merseyside, ready to give it a go
But he heard that someone wanted to leave, it was Fernando
Disappointed that Torres wanted to leave
But he wasn’t gona sit around and grieve
Instead he got up and showed his pride
He strutted his stuff around Merseyside
Passion, skill, pace, loyalty and pride
Yes, that’s the foundation of a Liverpool Side
His first game was against Stoke
Oh! Did we love that bloke
He came on as a sub for Raul Meireles
And slid the ball in the net, the opposition, helpless
Fantastic character, talent, emotion, passion and skill
As little as his first touch gave us a thrill
Oh! What a joy he is, our Uruguayan beaut
Our great new number seven, anyone care to refute?
Looking wonderful but we’ll have to see how he fairs…
After all, his name is Luis Suarez…