I’ve just spent the entire morning on an email thread with Ron and the boys. This is only one of three such “Liverpool email threads” I am on.
Damn it’s hard to pull myself away when everyone’s bashing me because I don’t see why we need to buy a new 20-goal-a-season striker when we are “obviously” well equipped in that position (watch out for a future post on this topic).
I’ve been on this thread since 9am and it’s now 12 noon and that’s the moment when I get that feeling I get before every season. That’s when I realize…
“I LOVE LIVERPOOL FC, I LOVE FOOTBALL. THIS REALLY MEANS A LOT TO ME!”
Liverpool Football Club means…
…the first game of football I ever watched…ever!
…delirious happiness at every victory.
…agony and heartache whenever we lose/draw/conceded a dodgy goal/concede any kind of goal.
…that tingling feeling when the boys are lined up in the tunnel ready for action.
…surging excitement as me and the Kop belt out “You Never Walk Alone” over the Champions League anthem.
…rescheduling my weekend because we have an afternoon kickoff on Saturday.
…in the park trying to relive Fowler vs Newcastle
…Istanbul (need I say more)!
…Getting thrown out of a pub in Cape Town for jumping on tables (I blame Jerzy Dudek and that save from Sheva for that incident).
…putting on my Liverpool shirt for the game even when I’ll be watching at home on my own.
Liverpool Football Club means all of this to me and so much more.
What does it mean to you?