Liverpool, Liverpool, my club. What are they doing to you these days. Where is the clarity, the simplicity of my youth. We had a squad of 14, 11 of them played and we won. And everything else was a mystery. Tactics, signings, behind the scenes, board room battles, owners, who's who, medics, wages, agents, rumours, analysis and the release of the fixture list was nothing more than look for Everton, then Utd, then the rest.
So much has changed, I'm not nostalgic for the days of violence, dangerous stands, the baseball ground's quicksand penalty area; even the game of Chopper Harris v Tommy Smith, Billy Bremner and Kev punching eachother. No, I'm not nostalgic for that. I'm nostalgic for a time when we knew less, cared less but cared more. Cared less about the periphery, the outside, the inside and everything but. Cared more for the team, the game, the match, the 3 o'clock kick off and the simple excitement of watching us play. Its not about winning and losing, its about living in a culture that didn't try to supply 24/7 new news, a world where we were all pub pundits but not internet sages (oh the irony as I type faceless to you lot), not trying to outdo each other with in the knows, and tactical brains.
The club, the world we live in, the world of football have all changed. But so have we. We have changed into that dread word 'customers'. We expect to be entertained for our money, we expect to have a say. Entitled to voice our dissent, even god forbid boo a player. To complain and be competitive in seeing who can be the most doomladen cynic.
Its a hard life being a modern fan. Where's the outlet for your passion if you can't get to the game? Where's the release, the fight and love and want for the club. Its not about shirts and selfies. It shouldn't be about shirts and selfies. It shouldn't be about the typeface face off, the disrespectful online posturing, the bigger balls than you lad, but only from the safety of my wanking chariot.
In the days of being customers, we're all the same, we don't earn the right to be a fan, to take our seat in the pub amongst the big boys, to migrate from boys pen to Annie Road, and shout at the Kopites. No, we get to watch the same game as everyone else.
When you're in the stands, only you out of the 44,700 odd, see the match from your spec. No-one else does. You get a unique view of the match, individual. But for us now a days, who can't get to the ground, we get the same Skyeye. The same watered down sanitised musical show, and the only way to make us individuals, to be heard, to be respected, is to shout out loud, I KNOW MORE THAN YOU TWAT.
There's no more badges of honour and Liverbirds, its badges of posting numbers and 'friends'. We are fragmented. And if we are, what chance does the club have. Not the club that FSG own, the real 'club' the soul, the living sense of what it is to be a Liverpool fan.
Stand together we united (against united and the bitters). Argue at home and we are nothing more than castrated individuals, pissing in the wind on the web.
Just a grumble. Just a moan on a close season night. But surely we are more than shirts and selfies.