Liverpool defeated Fulham this weekend, we moved up to 4th with a game in hand. This year we look like a force to reckon with but we have lacked the consistency needed to win the League. That said I am an eternal believer that glory days are just round the corner.
I have been a childhood supporter of the club, the club I dreamed of playing for. I remember the first time a 19 year old curly haired Scouser by the name of Steve McManaman, walked onto the Anfield ground. There was an air of expectancy and being a local lad the Anfield crowd were behind him in his first game for the senior team. It took him time to showcase his skills but far away from Melwood, in a city that sits about 3 hours from Bombay, a Liverpudlian was born. Soon Robbie Fowler hit the scene and I knew I was gonna be a Red for life. Back in those days (in the 3rd - 4th grade) Doordarshan was synonymous to T.V. and the 'internet' was as cryptic as Einstein' Theory. Forget the club, I don't think people even knew what EPL stood for. You might wonder how the hell did I follow the club. Simple really, everyday without fail, the first thing I did was to open the second last page of Indian Express and on the right hand topmost corner was a small section on European football updates. My parents might have been proud to see their son with a newspaper in his hand at that age but all I really cared about was to see Liverpool kick some ass.
Actually I started out supporting AC Milan but in about a year' time Liverpool became my passion. How did Liverpool appeal to me is a pretty juvenile story in itself. As a boy in school I always wanted to end up being in the Red House. Red as a colour appealed to me and being a part of Red House filled me with a sense of pride ( I eventually ended up in the Blue House). The picture of Steve McManaman in all red, the tradition that was The Kop and the Reds undying support for the men in red just seem to fit in the scheme of things. Over the years that bond with Anfield has grown manifolds. I am a Liverpudlian for life.
I always dreamt of playing for Liverpool one day. The Kop behind me singing "You Will Never Walk Alone" meant everything to me. You might have already guessed that football runs in my system but beyond that playing for Liverpool was a dream I cherished and hoped to achieve. And then of course the boy grew up to realize that he had to wake up from his dreams and do something "realistic" in life. But dream that will always be and maybe not as a player, I will be in Anfield one day cheering my team on from The Kop. I plan to visit England in summer next year and I am drooling at the prospect of stepping foot on the sacred ground of Anfield, maybe get lucky enough to get hold of tickets and watch The Reds in action.
I be.
P.S: Hrishi, Anoop I hope you get the drift. :-)
I have been a childhood supporter of the club, the club I dreamed of playing for. I remember the first time a 19 year old curly haired Scouser by the name of Steve McManaman, walked onto the Anfield ground. There was an air of expectancy and being a local lad the Anfield crowd were behind him in his first game for the senior team. It took him time to showcase his skills but far away from Melwood, in a city that sits about 3 hours from Bombay, a Liverpudlian was born. Soon Robbie Fowler hit the scene and I knew I was gonna be a Red for life. Back in those days (in the 3rd - 4th grade) Doordarshan was synonymous to T.V. and the 'internet' was as cryptic as Einstein' Theory. Forget the club, I don't think people even knew what EPL stood for. You might wonder how the hell did I follow the club. Simple really, everyday without fail, the first thing I did was to open the second last page of Indian Express and on the right hand topmost corner was a small section on European football updates. My parents might have been proud to see their son with a newspaper in his hand at that age but all I really cared about was to see Liverpool kick some ass.
Actually I started out supporting AC Milan but in about a year' time Liverpool became my passion. How did Liverpool appeal to me is a pretty juvenile story in itself. As a boy in school I always wanted to end up being in the Red House. Red as a colour appealed to me and being a part of Red House filled me with a sense of pride ( I eventually ended up in the Blue House). The picture of Steve McManaman in all red, the tradition that was The Kop and the Reds undying support for the men in red just seem to fit in the scheme of things. Over the years that bond with Anfield has grown manifolds. I am a Liverpudlian for life.
I always dreamt of playing for Liverpool one day. The Kop behind me singing "You Will Never Walk Alone" meant everything to me. You might have already guessed that football runs in my system but beyond that playing for Liverpool was a dream I cherished and hoped to achieve. And then of course the boy grew up to realize that he had to wake up from his dreams and do something "realistic" in life. But dream that will always be and maybe not as a player, I will be in Anfield one day cheering my team on from The Kop. I plan to visit England in summer next year and I am drooling at the prospect of stepping foot on the sacred ground of Anfield, maybe get lucky enough to get hold of tickets and watch The Reds in action.
I be.
P.S: Hrishi, Anoop I hope you get the drift. :-)
3 comments:
Kind of, sort of get the drift. Oh the joys of drinking beer while watching football at the local pub. But you will come all the way to England just for that?
after an extensive search of the internet i have concluded that rafa does not have an email address coz he doesnt know how to use a computer. the reds soo are backward - jst like u pune villagers ;).
btw, wtf is 'i be'??
its a pretty involved thing. :)
if you add 'er' to it, that gives a different meaning. We can delve into it a lil more in depth on the phone :)
Btw 'Pachu', freakin moron! A guy with some crappy name like that talks about pune villagers....sheesh, what's the world come to.
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