by almathea » Sat Nov 25, 2006 3:36 pm
hi to everyone. i haven't introdused myself very well and for that i am sorry! in case you've forgotten me i am the lonely girl
may be i should change my nickname...hmmm...you know there're times when you just want to share something and unfortunately for you i need to tell you my story about liverpool. my real name is blagorodna in english it could be translated- nobel (like the adjective nobel). i suppose you're wodering how come i am girl and i love football? well when you're a 6years old girl and you want to watch "The little pony" and you're father wants to watch football and you have only one tv in the house are you able to guess what the family is watching eventually? i'll give you a joker NOT the little pony! by the time i got used to those funny men running after a ball, i was admiring at the songs from the fens these songs were like a magic spells for me( they were in leguege i couldn't understand)and of course these huge playgrounds.... then i started asking questions like "what they're doing? what they have to do? why there's only one ball?" all that kind of staff...my father showed me a whole new world and for a 6years old girl it was like magic!liverpool, england... now i love these things even more than him. things changed when my mother left dad and took me with her.i was 13. it was a very difficult moment for me and for all of us...for almost an year i used to wake up i the morning alone( my mother was already at work) go to my new school,thank god i found a great friends there, and then my father used to take me from school.the first 2/3 mounths were like a nightmare- dad was telling how much he loves my mother how he can't understand why is this happening( even now he still can't) and i can asure you it is very scarry to see your own father crying...then at home my mother was crying drinking all kinds of pills( for crazy people that's how she named them), all my relatives like grandparents, aunts and so on used to telling what a horrible mother i have and that is my job to help them get back together!i was in the middle of a storm! i don't know how i did't lost my mind! but that's not all...my father stopped to cry and then was only silance and sorrow...then was the moment for liverpool. it was my savieer when i started to talk about liverpool he woke up and started talking with me! he was alive! it was the end of this horrable silance full of unspoken blamings and excuses! by the years i lost my father. no he was not dead it's just ... he is now more like a bigger brother for me.and it's cool cause he is very funny but ther are times when i need a father and i just miss him we've lost the connection between father and dauther. and the only thing that keeps this connection alive ( even for a very short time) is liverpool. i love this town and tis football club more then anything in the world! liverpoolfc is not just the greatest team in the world but it saved my father and me, because it was giving me strength to move on and to live. i am sorry for my english and i hope that you grasped at least the general idea.
if you are first you are first if you are second you are nothing