I’m a Shankly Boy
My first memory of being Red is me Dad giving me a ( framed!) Echo pull out pic of Rowdy Yeats lifting the league trophy with the team at Anfield in 66….I was hooked, my first game at Anfield aged 9 , from the Boys pen in awe of the Kop…Shankly was my ( our) king…I was obsessed, I adored him…when Shankly retired it was a bombshell, but what followed was glorious, I spent Forty years following the Reds home and away and in Europe…I’ve experienced the very best and much more a football fan could dream of …amazing football, magical game ,leagues, European Cups and Trophy’s galore and the best laughs and experiences with the mate the games home and away…why am I telling you this? for context.
The Klopp years are up there with the very best of those moments, the football , the trophies ( yes wish there was more) the football…those magical games…and at the centre of it all Jurgen Klopp , the man,..like Shanks, I love him , adore him, he is the personification of what you want a Liverpool Manager to be…strong, funny , passionate, clever, witty, the epitome of the ‘Spirit of Wacker’. Whatever happened to the team, I was reassured by Klopp, inspired by him. In a world of snidey people in power Klopp showed how a leader should be….never losing yourself to ego, retaining your humanity, giving hope.
It has been beyond wonderful..I’ve always said we had a holy Trinity in Shanks, Bob and Kenny, now it’s a ‘Quandrinty’ with Klopp joining the Holy of Holy’s
I could , want, to say more, but I think the very best thing I can say from a personal perspective is whatever the future holds for LFC I shall always be…
A Shankly Boy and A Klopp Man.
