They say meeting your heroes can sometimes be a bad thing, especially if they don't live up to the hype. Well, at the tender age of 28 I should really be beyond the point of having heroes, but as many many on here will agree, that's just not possible with Liverpool FC. I was holidaying this summer with the missus, her sisters and their partners in Albufeira and one day we decided to go to the waterpark nearby. While standing in line for a rollercoaster, I noticed a blonde woman who was very familiar. Ten minutes of staring (semi-discreetly) and I just couldnt place her. Then the missus says to me, "That woman looks wile like Alex Curran!" Then I realised, standing next to her, was Steven Gerrard!
I thought about leaving the queue and going to get my phone for a pic, but he was there with the family, so decided to leave it, and hoped I would get a chance to talk to him. Coming from county Antrim (20 minutes from where Brendan Rodgers is from), I was eager to hear his thoughts on the new manager. By sheer luck, the queue snaked round so before we took our seats, Gerrard was standing right next to me! I spoke to him, and had a 10 minute conversation with him, about Rodgers, the club and the euros. When I had to take my seat, I thanked him for his time, to which he replied "No problem mate anytime."
I was made up for the rest of the week! As much as I love Stevie G, he hasnt been my favourite player (that was Rush, Fowler, Carra, then Alonso, Torres then Kuyt) and I always thought he was a bit dour. But to be honest, when I spoke to him, he was polite and seemed quite shy, he even stopped to say hello to the missus too! Fair play to him, he was on hols with the family and didnt have to take the time to talk shop with me. Sometimes it's little things like that, that seem to re-energise your belief and faith in this wonderful club.
A few years ago, during Bellamys first stint at the club, he was over in Northern Ireland for an international game and there was a rumour he was in my local at the time, the Hatfield pub in Belfast. The barman called me to say he was there, so I left work at 11 am and legged it up there. On the way I picked up my jersey in the hope of getting it signed. When I arrived at the pub, he took one look at the jersey, said good man yourself and bought a round for the entire pub! Werent too many in at that time mind! Again, meeting one of my heroes lived up to expectations.
Me and the missus are for Anfield this week for the Europa game. It's my first visit in three years, it's hard to regulary get over living here when you have a mortgage to pay
but I'm hoping once again, to meet another hero. Mr Rodgers perhaps??