Bear with me because I've had a little bit to drink this evening, but it's in these times when people often bare their soul for others to see.
I have this evening been out for a few drinks with some friends, one of which, unfortunately, is a manc. We started off discussing the chances of different nations in this summer's Euro 2008 Championships, but as with all conversations with mancs the subject quickly turned into a war of words regarding the various players who play for both our clubs.
I'll admit that there were quite a few times during said argument that he had some arguments which I couldn't answer, mostly around the 10 premier league titles to zero since it's inception. There were times when I simply had no answer to various points, and I had to concede that once again next season the mancs had a better chance of winning silverware than we did.
I sat and thought about it for a while from that point on, staring into the bottom of my pint glass. It was upsetting for a while because I so badly wanted to point to why we're better set for the next few years than they are, but just couldn't find reasons to say so.
Suddenly I had an epiphany. It occured to me that somewhere along the line we have forgotten something. We've become so obsessed with winning that we've forgotten what sets us apart from other fans, at least I think I have. There is a kinship amongst Liverpool fans which I don't think any other club can match. There is a passion and a love that I've never seen amongst other fans of other clubs. They never mention anything like it. To them it is all about winning. Eleven men in their colours which could be any men whatsoever as long as it gets the job done. There is no affinity, no genuine respect for who has put that shirt on and tried their very best for the cause. Just winning, just trophies.
Now I'm not saying that trophies aren't what matters at the end of each season, but fuck me if I haven't forgotten amongst my desperation for the league title just what goes into this club day after day. The HJC, the RTK, SOS, Share Liverpool, every fucking thing which gets done is done so for the benefit of US, Liverpool FC. It's not all about trophies, it's about THIS FUCKING CLUB and who we are.
I suddenly hit back with a retort to my manc friend. "Pride, passion, support. Things you can't even imagine surpassing us for. The endless fight for justice for those who died at Hillsborough, and the fact that we never stop fighting for that cause, no matter how futile it may sometimes seem. Full houses full of roaring fans whether there's a trophy at the end of it or not. Banners, flags, scarves, YNWA. You can't take that away, you can't ever beat it, you can't ever boast that you have more, you can't ever stop us winning on that front". He laughed and spat back the usual vitriolic response of how "support hasn't won you anything". In some ways he was right, but does that mean that it's not worth anything?
No. It means that that's the only response a rival fan can have. It means that there is no answer to this argument. They know we are right. They know there is nothing to compare. Sometimes I think that football has died. The working man's game. The game we all used to know and love, where support was unquestionable, and I mean for all players. I myself have become too wrapped up in worrying about who plays well, who should be shipped out, who we need to sign, who doesn't deserve to wear the shirt. I need to take a step back away from the narrow minded vision of winning sometimes and realise that there is much more to being a fan than just hoping we win.
I love this club with all my heart. I have recently found myself in a situation where I am very much alone. It was all very sudden and I don't know how it all happened. But throughout that time all I have had as a constant is my football club. Something which can never leave me, never judge me, always be there and always provide me with joy at least a few times during every year. Right now I am thankful for that.
Pride is a strange thing. It can kick you in the ass and make you look like a prick. It can get you into trouble and it can hurt like you never dreamed. But still, pride is the one thing which I can never let go of, and I know that it will never leave me. I am fucking proud of this club, the players, the manager and my fellow fans. It's not always about getting what we want, who we want, the trophies we want. Sometimes, like myself, you need to take a step back and realise that it is an absolute priviledge to be a fan of this club. I have done so tonight.