Moments.
We all have moments.
Moments where the wind changes, the mood shifts, where everything you thought was happening suddenly morphs into something else that you didn't expect.
You've had them too I'm sure.
Our season has turned on its head, in moments. From a chase for forth, to a chase for destiny, all in moments.
Football is one big dream. One constant dizzying sport we follow, that is the least consistent thing I have ever known. Moments from week to week, where dreams are ruined one, and then suddenly restored the next. A crazy sport you are invested in, yet have no control over. A game, a game that keeps you hanging on, hoping, praying, for a moment in the sun.
Dream big. Dream wide. Hope for the best, hope for the opportunity of glory. Have it shoved down your throat year in, year out from those down the East Lancs road. Force fed it. Choking on it. Spitting it out. Bitter? Yes perhaps. Perhaps I can admit that I am. They've had their moments.
What about your own team, Liverpool FC. In a magical moment? Just the once after years in relative darkness, that'd be enough. Just the once we win the league. Enough for a decade, enough for a lifetime. A moment. A moment that no-one can take from you. A moment you thought was consigned to the history books and to the best LSD you can imagine.
Like the Chelsea game in 2005 and the Istanbul final that followed. Dreams. Constant, dizzying dreams. Beers, constant dizzying beers. Solidified by a dream that can't be prevented, can't be stopped, can't be shorted. That keeps growing despite the naysayers, into an all encompassing moment where everything becomes true?
That Liverpool become league champions. For the first time in my life as I know it. That shiny cup held aloft by Steven Gerrard in the middle of the Anfield pitch. A moment etched into folklore and history. A moment. Just for a moment. Please, for god's sake, for a flickering moment in my life, let it happen. Let it be.
The one dream I've never dared to dream about apart from 2002 and 2009, the one I've always been reserved about. Whisper it now, whisper it here, whisper it there. In fact, don't dare mention it, don't reveal the cards of your dreams. You don't want egg on your face. No-one wants egg on their face. What happens, if the moment doesn't happen? If you call out that we will win the league, and then we fall short, again, like we have so many times? A soul destroying fraction close, a Gudjohnsen goal that finds the net in the last minute? A moment earned, a moment hoped for, a moment expected, a moment lost?
Five games. 24 years. I'm 26.
But one ultra, humongous moment on Sunday.
And I'm fucking dreaming now.
A game where if we win, we have one hand on the trophy, even if just for a moment.
A moment plenty of us have dreamt about, hoped and prayed for, and wish so desperately to happen.
When the game kicks off at 1:37, in light of the 96 angels in the sky, it will be prefaced by a moment of sombre reflection. And rightly so.
Then after, we'd be moments away from knowing whether the dream can become a reality.
Please, as someone who wishes they could be there but can't, if you're at the match,
don't let the moment pass you by.
Let the reds know they're in for a moment they'll never forget.
Let Man City know they're in for several fucking moments they'll never forget too.
It's our biggest moment for 24 years.
The title, the actual title, the one we've dreamt about for 24 years, within our own hands, within our own grasp, and just, potentially, 90 unbelievable moments and a majestic performance away from the tricky reds and Brendan Rodgers own hands without doubt.
A fleeting moment for anyone watching it unfold as a neutral
But yet, an unforgettable moment for anyone connected with Liverpool F.C.
We have a moment to make history once again.
WE ARE THE LIVERPOOL TRA LA LA LA
WE'RE THE BEST FOOTBALL TEAM IN THE LAND - YES WE ARE
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