i grew up in a socialist world, me ma would have us delievering Labour party leaflets door to door every election, and with our scorrish ancestry, the 60s and shanks all made sense, I identified with the boys in red and none more so than Emlyn, when I played for the local side , I was Emlyn, and id kill yer if you tried to wear MY no 6 shirt... then the glory years , and in the 8às after heysell I drifted away , went abroad , like something had broken , But Liverppol was always there , marriages , career, health came and went , went and came, rise and fall, but Liverpool always there,
only recently have I felt the depth of my love return , fresh , but its difficult to see them as heroes, I truly believed my Reds of the 60s , 70s and 8às would play for the love of the game , for the team, my LFC....but now, as "fast-food living" lifeystyles that care for no one, selfish exploitation, rips the care for the fellow human being apart, its hard to believe, I spent the last 10 years doing charity work , but found the more you give the more is taken,
I forked out some hard earned cash for a replica shirt, tempted to put a name on the back , but then chose my own name, as I thought to myself, "I will be probably be here long after they have gone !" but made a sort of compromise to chose the No 5 as I like Baros s "have a go" attitude...
i still get nervous before a game, it still ruins my week if we lose, and im made up when we win...still a bloody big kid when it all comes down to it, I ll ve in the red at the bank too, just in the hope of us beating those representatives of all thats wrong in Cardif,
Liverpool, FC the only real love of ly life, with all the pain that comes with it, still turn me on
