We arrived in Liverpool just past mid-day, with the spring sun stubbornly hiding behind the clouds. We had an amazing dinner last night, 3 young men frankly sharing opinions and insights; delightful and thoughtful. Yet, amidst the excitement for a big football game, my mind was constantly pre-occupied with examination gitters. But Ian, as always, is a source of comfort without saying, but just being.
The game ended about 1.5 hours ago. Yet, even as I sit in a hostel bed, plugged into jazz, I can still feel my heart beating in my chest and still holding my breath. What a thriller the game was tonight, Liverpool 4 - Arsenal 4. My word. I really swear I thought I would get a heart attack, and a sore throat. I probably got the latter, from the cheering. We (Liverpool) were trailing, then we levelled, then took the lead, then were levelled, then trailing...I lost count.
All I knew was that I didn't know supporting a club could be so emotional, especially when you're there, live. When we equalised in the dying minutes of the game, I nearly teared as I screamed a sigh of relief and exasperation.
This doesn't have to make sense, other than for the fact that supporting a club for 12 years, and seeing them draw 4-4 at home in the deciding games of a possible league title is thoroughly bad for the heart.
But am I blessed to watch this game, my possible last at Anfield. And with company I can never get enough of. Thanks buddy.
Uncle T
