I looked at the title, opened the thread and thought, Uh oh, here we go, Superfan shite. But I clocked the Soles of the Gazzelles being cleaned off, smiled, read on, all visions of Singapore airlines and trailing banners quashed, read the comments and got a nice content feeling at the end.
Well, said, Sir. Absolute pleasure to read. And I see the same thing as Timbo... Good times. The end of the Storm.
We can't ever forget our shared bad times. We never will. But something special is happening again, and it's time for us all to enjoy it.
I don't go back far as Timbo. I don't remember us in the 2nd division. I remember our first title and FA Cup under Shanks. Funny enough, the Cup was bigger. And cliched as it is, the title did become our bread and butter. We just took them for granted, and thought they'd never stop. Fuck me, i was still a young man the last time we handed it back. But, bad as things got, I never stopped believing we'd get it back. But sadly, for the last few years, I nearly never cared if we ever did.
Of course, I cared for others, especially the kids that have never seen one. But personally, well, I lost something. It just didn't feel the same. Some people can't understand that. I suppose, I didn't meself. But that's how badly the last few years knocked me.
Like I said, some people couldn't understad that. But then they don't know what the club meant to me and how much I did care. But it was never about winning. It was never just about football. That was nice like, and the center of it all. But even as a kid, it was about being part of something, something more than winning trophies. I didn't really understand that then. It was just about being with all me mates, and being a naughty little fucker having a laugh. But as I got older, and everyone and it's dog turned against us, it was about pride, a way of sticking up two fingers to the lot of them. And when Thatcher went to war against us, it was a way of showing our defiance and fighting back. It wasn't just LFC and football. It was our culture, our city, our people and fuck everyone that attacked us. Yes, Maggie, you horrible bitch, Liverpool was the hardest nut to crack.
I hope this doesn't offend anybody. I don't say it lightly. We all lost people at Hillsborough, personally or emotionally, some both. But that terrible tragedy could only bind us tighter together. But i really don't want to say too much. I very rarely comment on Hillsborough. I have my reasons. The people that matter to me know why. I hope everyone that reads it can understand.
LFC is not just football. And here we are again, back under attack from robbing Tory bastards, good people, refusing to give in and fighting back. And god love the good people that refused to just let it all go and move on. And once again, our club and our football is something to be proud of, something thrilling and good, something to stick two fingers up about and laugh together, part of something bigger than ourselves. Fucking great, isn't it. And in Brendan, I hope the kids have found their Shankly.
