(from an OOT)
So it's Christmas 1980 and my family are staying at my Aunts and Uncles house somewhere in Liverpool (Simonswood I think). Their house was called 'The Kop' as my Uncle was crazy about the redmen. As far as I remember he had been trying to convert me from being a rugby fan (my Dad used to play a little for England) to an LFC diehard. It took him dressed as Father Christmas and a bribe of 50p to seal the deal. From then on he didn't let up. Every year I got copies of the Liverpool Echo sent to my home in Bucks. Full spread special editions of the reds lifting trophies. Sometimes I got old kits as well which I wore for P.E every week. King Kenny soon became my hero. He was up there with Han Solo as a proper legend only he actually existed!
I was the only person in my school who supported them. Everyone else was either a Spurs or Arsenal fan. I'd bring in the Echo to school and show off like any kid would do - Much to the annoyance of my cockney mates. They just kept winning! What a time! The only two times I got my face rubbed in it was when we lost 2-1 to Arsenal in the Milk cup and of course that Michael Thomas disaster. Really though not much of a price to pay considering what we won. It was funny then as it is now how Spurs never won anything!
First game at Anfield came and I was 14. It was in the main stand and the whole thing took my breath away. Especially the walk up the steps for the first time and the view of the Kop. My Uncle said "You're never going to forget this lad" and he was right. A 5-1 mauling of Sheffield Wednesday in the last home game before Hillsborough - Which apart from an intervention from my Aunt I would have been at....
My Uncle bought me an LFC pin that day which I still have. And every time I go back to Anfield I try and pop in to the Albert to remember the time some old scouser my Uncle knew bought me a cheeky half to drink at the back with all the grown ups. Magical.
I was bored so thought I'd share - Tell us yours.
So it's Christmas 1980 and my family are staying at my Aunts and Uncles house somewhere in Liverpool (Simonswood I think). Their house was called 'The Kop' as my Uncle was crazy about the redmen. As far as I remember he had been trying to convert me from being a rugby fan (my Dad used to play a little for England) to an LFC diehard. It took him dressed as Father Christmas and a bribe of 50p to seal the deal. From then on he didn't let up. Every year I got copies of the Liverpool Echo sent to my home in Bucks. Full spread special editions of the reds lifting trophies. Sometimes I got old kits as well which I wore for P.E every week. King Kenny soon became my hero. He was up there with Han Solo as a proper legend only he actually existed!
I was the only person in my school who supported them. Everyone else was either a Spurs or Arsenal fan. I'd bring in the Echo to school and show off like any kid would do - Much to the annoyance of my cockney mates. They just kept winning! What a time! The only two times I got my face rubbed in it was when we lost 2-1 to Arsenal in the Milk cup and of course that Michael Thomas disaster. Really though not much of a price to pay considering what we won. It was funny then as it is now how Spurs never won anything!
First game at Anfield came and I was 14. It was in the main stand and the whole thing took my breath away. Especially the walk up the steps for the first time and the view of the Kop. My Uncle said "You're never going to forget this lad" and he was right. A 5-1 mauling of Sheffield Wednesday in the last home game before Hillsborough - Which apart from an intervention from my Aunt I would have been at....
My Uncle bought me an LFC pin that day which I still have. And every time I go back to Anfield I try and pop in to the Albert to remember the time some old scouser my Uncle knew bought me a cheeky half to drink at the back with all the grown ups. Magical.
I was bored so thought I'd share - Tell us yours.