Thanks Kenny. Thanks for everything. I have not even set foot in england. I have not even set foot outside India. You cannot imagine how much you mean to me. When I learned about you and saw what you mean to the city of liverpool before you were appointed for the second time, I really connected to you.
You made me to look forward to everyday, every night, apart from my boring work. I see your first game, first home game after you touch the anfield sign, your montage video, your first interview in the second coming, and what not, whenever I am down, whenever we drew or lost last season, cos when I saw you, I knew for sure, it will just take a pre season to turn things around. I know for the very fact that YOU WERE HERE, right there. So, I was upset like the other people when things didn't go in the expected way. When my fellow reds here started losing faith and started seeing Champions league as their goal, I used to show them the 87-88 season of how football should be played and won. Now, they have won, I feel cheated. While people are talking up martinez and rafa and ABC, Kenny, I am angry on you for influencing my life this much. I don't feel like doing anything at work, stopped talking to people. Its worse than a breakup with your childhood girl.
I am going to miss you Kenny.
Its amazing how a man, millions of miles away can influence a guy, from a small part from the Indian Sub-continent.
I am going to miss your celebrations. I am pissed that my dreams of you delivering the league in a couple of years time, is taken away and murdered. I am angry that you will not be able to deliver the European cup which you should have when you were managing the first time.
I am going to miss your pressers.
I am going to miss you having a joke with our youngsters before they get inside the field.
I am going to miss your wit.
I am going to miss the players smile when they train.
I am going to miss seeing you kick the ball in the training.
I am going to miss the kop singing happy birthday for you.
I am going to miss the dalglish chant.
Long live King.
Come back soon.