Always was a Beatles fan because of my father, (massive music fan) and had a liverpoolian friend back who would talk about the city.... so around 2008 I started to watch whenever i could when it was on here in Canada. I Became enthralled at the working class strength of the fans, loved the songs, the passion. The folklore.
The more I read and learned about the history of the team, the more I kept finding a kinship to who and what they were... what they stood for.
I loved the history, loved the legacy they held, and knew they were the ones I had to cheer for.
I've not turned away since. (Even through the show Being Liverpool)
In time I found my own reasons to live and die with the team, how the club became an intrigal part of my day. Religiously I'm up every weekend, sometimes 430 in the morn, with my Irish coffee, yelling at the tv, annoying my neighbors to hell, but without caring.
Being a red means something, and I'm happy to be a part of that.
Hopefully next year, I'll walk those hallowed grounds of anfield for the first time, look on the stone with my name on it, then throw my scarf up in song with the rest of the crowd, and watch the mighty reds bring new memories, more legacies.