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It’s match day....and I miss it all (sorry for the thread)
I miss going the match with my old man, finding somewhere to park somewhere off Scotty road, walking up and turning onto Walton breck road, seeing Anfield looking magnificent, the smell of the food stands...
I miss going the match with my old man, finding somewhere to park somewhere off Scotty road, walking up and turning onto Walton breck road, seeing Anfield looking magnificent, the smell of the food stands...
stopping at the chippy, popping to see the stones outside the main stand we’ve got for loved ones who are no longer with us that loved the reds as much as we do. Doing a lap of the stadium bumping into people you know, looking out for my mate and his old man who stand int the...
same place behind the Anfield Road every game for a chat about score predictions, going to the exact same turnstile because we’re superstitious (well at least last season when we were flying) as if the win depended on it. Walking into the lower Kenny Dalglish stand and still...
being in awe of that feeling you get when you see the pitch and the players warming up, or the flood lights casting a spotlight on the stage for the evening, shuffling down to your seats, saying hello to the fellas you sit by who you’ve come to know over the years, singing...
you’ll never walk alone and still getting shivers down your spine and hearing the whistle blow. I miss hugging random blokes when you score, I miss the highs and lows and being with other reds at our place of worship...
I even miss the queue at the end to get out and start the journey home...I miss it all on match day
