I woke up this morning and the sun was beaming, the birds were singing, and Liverpool were top of the league with 4 games to go. I've felt like a 16 year old again these past few weeks, as I was in 1988 when we were playing similarly dazzling football and going for the title then too.
Rodgers has us dreaming of great things again and I haven't felt this positive about our great club in a long, long time. Whatever happens from now until the end of the season, we owe this man (and the players) a great deal. Not least our respect, our gratitude and our full support.
How he has kept so calm and focused over these last few weeks, I just find amazing. He surely knows what bringing the title home to Anfield after all this time would mean to everyone connected with the club. How absolutely massive it would be. It would arguably be the most significant of our title wins since 1964. And the fact that he's done it playing such entertaining football, while carrying himself with such composure and class, is just about as much as we could have hoped for.
The scenes outside Anfield before the City and Sunderland were just extraordinary, and I freely admit that they brought a tear to my eye on more than one occasion. Compared to the atmosphere at the City v Sunderland game the other night, the difference was quite striking. They can keep their millions, because we have something money can never buy. A soul, and a heart. And we also have a manager who just gets us. We've seen in the past what this combination can do, and the great feats it can achieve.
We've been blessed with some great managers down the years, and though he's won nothing yet, I really believe we could be adding Rodgers to that list soon. But for now, he'll do for me.