Being a Liverpool supporter living in the south of England during the fifties and early sixties was a lonely experience. Saturday afternoons was usually spent with my ear glued to a crackly tranny, desperate for news from Anfield.
I was just a young kid miles from the action but I would listen to thirty seconds of Shanks after the game, and even if we had lost, I would be
completely uplifted, transformed by his words, his enthusiasm, his optimism.
It was not for me, it was for the people of Liverpool who loved this club,
but it reached me anyway, and somehow Bill made me feel part of it too.
He could motivate like no other .....
he not only made us happy, he made us laugh,
and I think that suited Liverpool very well.
Nobody had what Liverpool had .....
Liverpool had Bill Shankly.
