A ramble.
I’ll start by saying I don’t know how this ramble, I like the term, muse will end. Fook knows chaps and chapette?
Well, what a time to be a Liverpool supporter.
We never know when to stop.
This footy club of ours goes from strength to strength. The anomaly ( Soop likes that word but he’s 100% spot on ) of last season was a misconception of the greatness of this fantastic club of ours.
Pride oozes through me when I even think of the name Liverpool FC.
From boy to man this club has been a massive part of my life.
When I was at school I’d have the seasons fixture list on the back of my writing books ( the older people on here will remember the days of actually using pen and paper ) I’d write them by hand and fill in the results as they happened. I’m a saddo like that.
During English class we had to compile a speech as part of our lessons. Fook knows why, where they preparing us for life in Parliament?
Anyway I wrote a speech about going to the match.
I mentioned the friendships created and the bonds formed whilst standing on the Kop. I think I would have been around 15 years old at the time.
I also spoke about how the stresses of life ( even a 15 year old can be stressed ) would be exuded simply by viewing your footy team, singing, shouting, being disappointed and ecstatic at different moments during a match.
The togetherness stood side by side was incredible, we were brothers and sisters.
I grew up in a time when Liverpool won virtually everything most seasons. Our bread and butter was always the League title. We wanted everything but the League was the main prize.
Europe was a wonderful adventure which we became accustomed to winning or at least competing in. Back then only league champions could enter the European Cup unless you won it the season before. Money though, there’s that word again 💰 has allowed other clubs to enter, including ourselves I must add.
I still believe the old format is better but to counteract that then it would only be the clubs rich in oil that would win it. The smaller champions of their individual leagues wouldn’t stand a chance.
Anyway, back to OUR club.
The first time we won the European Cup I was a 12 year old kid and I couldn’t believe the atmosphere and the sound. This was my first experience ( and LFC’s) of a European Cup Final. And we only went and won it.
We did the job the season later and won it again.
The beauty of this club is people actually feel the attachment of what this club is all about.
The Scouse Reds are born into it but the supporters from outside our city feel the passion too, from other cities within these shores or from far and wide throughout this world, the true supporters actually get it. They understand the culture of this club and embed their minds and souls into the club they love.
The beauty of this club is the supporters. Why do they support? That’s a question to ask each individual.
Perhaps they see the passion of the supporters, perhaps they relate to how this amazing club is run.
I’ve loved our footy club for longer than I can remember. I’ve said it before I know but I seriously can’t remember when I thought, oh I’ll support Liverpool. It’s like a inbuilt mechanism installed at birth.
This club brings people together, it does not device real supporters from real supporters.
For sure there are the fair weather fans that bleat and cry because it “Didn’t go our way today”. Those individuals are not worthy to call themselves fans. I just don’t get them.
This club was born when the BlueShite refused to pay their rent. I’ve only got one thing to thank the BlueShite for and that’s for not paying their rent.
In 1892 the world’s greatest football breathed life for the first time.
We haven’t looked back since.
We’ve had good decades, we’ve had proper shite ones too. I’ve virtually erased the 90’s from my memory, flashbacks brings me out in cold sweats.
But I never stopped believing. Never have, never will.
We can look back to whatever era and say, yep we were great in such a decade, pretty poor in another.
We can view the present and say jeez we are awesome.
We can look to the future with confidence.
This club of ours situated on the North West coast of the Irish sea within the confounds of the People’s Republic of Liverpool lives within my heart as it lives within all your hearts.
We never look back but we embrace it.
We enjoy the present, who wouldn’t as we plan for the future.
We are believers.
Jurgen Norbert Klopp transformed disbelievers into believers.
Disclaimer, not all Liverpool supporters were disbelievers.
The good times are back.
We believe.
We are LIVERPOOL and Fook the Rest.
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