Iím going to start this post by making a bit of a broad statement, so I hope youíll bear with me.
There are two types of supporter.
You may look at where Liverpool Football Club is today, right now, and you will see a club thatís in transition. Where you think that transition is going probably depends on Ė to use a tired clichť - whether youíre a glass half full or glass half empty sort of individual. Winning stuff is what football is about, and since at the moment weíre not in a position to be challenging for the league, the cups is where itís at. You may think that the cups should be the number one priority, and therefore you may think that sacrificing league position in order to (hopefully) secure the double isnít the end of the world. Or maybe you think that whilst the cup runs are great, but that maybe weíve ill-advisedly taken our eye off the ball in the league as a result. You might think that cup wins are the best way for us to push forward, or you might think that finishing in the top four should be the absolute priority. Iím sure a lot of you will know where I stand on that particular issue, but I digress.
To be positive for a moment, winning the Carling Cup has guaranteed us a place in Europe next season, which will be an opportunity to give the squad some more experience of playing mid-week across Europe and give the youngsters some more playing time. It will also help our UEFA coefficient. That is a load off our mind, and whilst I know that there is some debate amongst fans of this club and football supporters in general as to the merits and drawbacks of participation in the Europa League, but I happen to think that a club like Liverpool should be in Europe year in, year out. Itís another trophy to contest. Dortmund was brilliant, one of the best days in my 21 years of supporting this club and I would give my left arm for another day like that.
Ooh, do you see what I did there? I mentioned my age, which rather neatly brings me to the central point of this post. Smooth.
Many of us will have concerns about the situation that we find ourselves in. Weíll have worries about the transfer policy, valid criticisms of the staff from the owners down to the players. As supporters, we crave success, and as supporters of this particular club, success is in our blood. Some on here are fortunate to have lived through the league titles, some on here werenít old enough to buy a pint when we went to Istanbul. Some on here will want to discuss things, like you would in the pub after the game, with like-minded people. Some on here will shout and scream for heads to roll. Some will be uneasy with criticism, maybe even have an aversion to it.
When I say that there are two types of supporter, Iím talking about mentality. Because, do you know what? Age doesnít come into it.
Iíll go the game and Iíll listen to teenage lads spouting awful, awful shite. Itís cringeworthy, I know it is, and of course there is a valid argument that Murdoch has had an adverse affect on football and the mindset of those who follow it. You listen to the fuckwits on Soccer Saturday and the people on 606 and, fuck, itís undeniable. Football in 2012 is a fickle old business, dictated by money and image rights and those shiny Champions League fixtures. But Iíll go the game and Iíll also hear blokes the same age as my dad and theyíll be spouting shite as well. Itís not how old you are, itís the way you think about things.
The problem on here is that people always, always go to fucking extremes. Thereíll be tits calling for Mourinho, and thereíll be people that attempt to shut down debate at every opportunity. Iím sorry, but theyíre both as bad as each other. I often wonder if some people actually realise how incredibly rude theyíre being, how annoying and frankly rather offensive it is to have your opinion brushed aside based on where youíre from or indeed how old you are, and whether theyíd talk to people like that in real life.
Itís alright for the older generation to berate the younger generation for being desperate for success, wanting it all now, when they lived through the success. Istanbul was the best night of my life, and Iíd say thatís the case for most Liverpool fans my age. Is it really such a surprise that after being given that taste, that sweet, intoxicating glimpse into everything this club has ever been and everything it could be, that we want more?