by KennyisGod....still » Fri May 28, 2010 8:36 am
I remember switchin on for the build up, watchin at home cuz some of the pubs here aint the best as a fan of teams outside the big(?) midlands clubs!! I knew once Pirlo had the free kick we were in trouble, sufferred at his hands (or more accurately feet!!) as a Scotland fan. I remember beratin Kewell for wantin out of the biggest game of his life, not instantly realisin what was gonna happen with Didi on the pitch. To see us 3 down at HT was torture, but to hear my wife say "not doin very well are they" was the straw that broke the camels back. Hit her with a ferocious verbal assualt that in honesty I've still not apologised for to this day.
Second half started after seein THAT rendition of YNWA from a set of fans that- just like me - refused to believe it was over. First goal from SG hits the net and seconds later a rather p1$$ed off wife hammers down the stairs to remind me the kids are in bed. Coupla mins later same thing!! I have absolutely no shame in sayin as Alonso buried that rebound I was almost cryin!! (By this time she'd given up remindin me bout the rugrats, but hadn't forgotten the verbals from HT. Bigger than I'll ever be she did at least acknowledge her mistake in writin us off.) Most of the rest is a blur.... drink and pure adrenalin gettin me past the ET and into the pens. Vaguely remember Carra gettin cramp an me shoutin at him "ffs Carra, you can do this!!" as he threw that body at the ball again. I never saw Dudek's second part of the double save, convinced it was in my eyes were shut.
When Schevchenko missed his pen (more accurately as the commentary says - "Dudek saaaaaaaaaves!!") it was just such a release. I feel for the guys in the stadium, lord knows the emotions I'd have gone thru havin been there. I'v been at Anfield for rollercoaster games, watched Scotland perform outta their skins only to be shot down.... to have been there in the greatest comeback in European Final history musta been both amazin and drainin. A night I'll never forget, along with many others this clubs given me, and one my kids have been forced to sit and watch fairly regularly in my attempts at brain washin them into the institution that is LFC.
I have faith. I have belief and dont really care that some call it misguided/blinkered/blind, its mine. And just like those many memories, theres no-one big enough, not even the yanx, to take that away. It was a Happy Birthday for Istanbul, but also one night in an exaggerated million for a Liverpool fan - long may it live on. YNWA
Stu Averill, a wannabe Scouse/Scot. I remember the good times & have faith in them comin back
Beside the Hillsborough Flame, I heard a Koppite mournin, "Why so many taken on that day?" Justice has never been done. But their memory we'll carry on. There'll be Glory Round The Fields Of Anfield Road