In late October 2017 my partner's Dad died in Southport hospital. A lifelong Red with a family of lifelong Reds. We sat around his bed for 10 hours as he slowly faded away. A week later my own Dad was taken to Fazakerley hospital, diagnosed with cancer and given two days to live. He was also a lifelong Red, and the first game I recall going to with him was the UEFA Cup Final against Borussia Mönchengladbach. Dad fought on for another six days but finally let go with the family around his bed. We sat with him for 14 hours as he faded before us.
I had one Dad, but both of these men were fathers to me. I wish both could have seen this and also the European Cup win last season. They would have loved seeing Klopp's work bearing this much richly deserved and beautifully cultivated fruit. As it happens, we'll just have to celebrate for them while we remember them.
I miss them both. RIP Dads. My partner and I will be raising a glass to you both tomorrow night as we celebrate being Champions of England, Europe and the World.