This shouldn't be on the history board. It should be out there for everyone to see.
I was made up with that game last night. I'm still made up with it this morning. Anfield was built on matches like that, valiant defeat is part of our thing. Shankly took a look at Anfield... a shack, a shack full of people that are always getting twatted, but go down fighting.
In honesty, the pen was savage. It didn't take a Welsh or a Yorkshire accent to get battered and ripped off. I was born about a five minute walk from Anfield. I used to get battered and robbed an all. My Nan, God love her, knitted me a match jumper. She stitched Liverpool FC into the back, just like Shanks trackie. On the front it had Shanks first great team stitched in, all in the proper formation of the day, with goal posts stitched round Lawrence. Me Granda made me a little stool to stand on with Liverpool painted on it. They used to make us big Rosettes out of crape paper. We was posh. No wonder I got a hiding. Nowadays, I'm more concerned about kids having no shoes. Bring back the Boy's Pen. Raise another generation. Yorkshire, Wales, Locals, get em in.
I bet, pound to a penny, all the lads that got a life long love for Anfield, fell in love with the atmosphere years before they got onto the football. Of course, I loved Big Rowdy, The Saint and Sir Rodger, but it was about going the match, being part of. We come not to play, my arse.