Sick of hearing about stadium expansion and the likes, mate. Don't get me wrong, we need to upgrade, but the working class locals won't get a fucking look in and it breaks my heart. Took my two youngest lads to the Spurs home game and apart from the fact it cost me near enough 200 nicker, the place was crawling with tourists videoing the match on their mobile phones. The passion I have for my/our club is slowly dying mate because we're just a cash cow and have been for a while now and I could never relate to that, even if I was in a better financial position that I'm in now. Nah..not for me..
I've been saying it for years now, but I take no pleasure out of saying it. John made a great post about it a few pages back. I can't be arsed digging around for it, and I won't speak for John but it hits the nail on the head...
It's how I feel, anyway. I only go rarely now, not at all since I've been ill. But when I do go, it's to see old mates that I wouldn't see if it wasn't for the match. Funny enough, it was Hicks and Gillette that done it, well, they were a big part of it.
When we all banded together to fight the fuckers, it felt like the old days, us against them, sort of thing. And I don't want to be a dramatic tart, but it always was about that to me. The shiny things were nice, and I didn't really understand it at the time. But LFC being great was like sticking two fingers up to the likes of Thatcher and every other kunt that had it in for us.
But after beating H&G, well, Rafa, FSG, the way some of the players acted, even Shanklyboy dying, well, put it this way.... right after H&G got knocked back on extensions to the loans and out the club, I went up to Anfield. With only going now and again, I have to take tickets to wherever I can get them. John always sorts it for me now. But a mate in Huyton used to, and I ended up sitting near all the suits and there was some aul one in front of me, knitting. I kid not, she was knitting.
And I told another story in here, about Stewards telling me to keep it down as I was annoying people around me. And I was teaching a kid to sing You'll Never Walk Alone, posh kid there for the first time with his mam and dad, pressie for his 8 or 9th birthday. I got banned off here for awhile for telling it, because I said who had complained... 4 or 5 Muslim women. I didn't give a fuck they were Muslims. They could have been from Scotty Rd. Anyone moaning about YNWA being sung shouldn't be in the ground. And I stand by that, whether it gets me another ban or not.
I wasn't pissed. I wasn't acting up, swearing or being loud mouthed. I'd had about 2 or 3 pints and I was teaching some dead excited kid our anthem, old songs and telling him a bit of history. The Steward was dead embarrassed, and I still carried on going when I could but that was the one that told me, it wasn't the gaff us fellas grew up in. The Booing at the draw with West Ham was another one, and I could go on and on about them.
And just before Rafa got the sack, I found meself constantly arguing with people that had turned against him, near ended up in a fight in Romania and Portsmouth. And I'm getting a bit long in the tooth for that, especially with 4 young lads, coked up out of their brains. But I'll probably still go a few times next season, but it will only be to see John and a few old mates. As you say, most of them have been forced out.
But after all the moaning, it's got to be said, I still always have a laugh when I do go. Well, something always happens that gives me a chuckle. Talking of which... just the other day, I was rooting through aul pictures for something and there's you and me, holding the League Cup. And I've just cleared all me old messages out on here. I came in here to say this...
going through them, there was some crackers, made me remember good things and made me laugh. And the winner.... "Your a Wool." I don't even know who sent it. And it wasn't meant to, but it gave me a laugh. And that's the thing Terry, after a lifetime of it, well, I'll never fully turn me back on the club. But it will never be the same, and I suppose it can't be. So I suppose we should just be happy we got it when we did.
And after that load of cack, I'm off to have a proper moan. So don't disapper again Terry. Pop in now and again. I'll give you a laugh soon.
