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What’s your Liverpool fan story?

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Stevie G

Stevie G

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Hey Reds,
I wanted to know how everyone here became a Liverpool fan. What’s your story?


I’m not a local fan — for me it was love at first sight. I didn’t even choose it… it just happened. When I look back now, this club feels like my friend and a real part of my life.


And honestly, when you hear You’ll Never Walk Alone, is there any better promise than that?


There’s something about this club, the fans, and the bond we share. It’s different. Every club has supporters — United, Arsenal, Barça, Madrid, everyone. But the connection between Liverpool fans feels unique… like we’re one big family.


Sometimes I joke that supporting Liverpool feels like being a parent — you want to protect the club, help it grow, and worry about transfers etc. Just kidding, but you know the feeling. 😄


Would love to hear how all of you started supporting this club.
YNWA ❤️
 
I was a quite 10 yrs old (1974) and pissed off with all the loud mouth bullies in my school. I heard a Malcom McDonald interview just before then FA cup final and I hoped the loud mouth tosser would lose. Newcastle were playing Liverpool in the final. It was a one sided affaid with an Irishman Steve Heighway and my soon to be all time favourite hero Kevin Keegan destroying Gobby McDonald.
 
tombrown said:
I supported Forest in the 70s, switched to Everton in the 80s. The 90s I was mainly a united fan, but I flipped to Arsenal around 98. For most of the noughties it was Chelsea for me. City for a while until 2018 when I jumped in with the reds.
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When I played football as a kid I wanted the shirts of cool players. I loved Zola so I wore that. My dad said we were too poor for that and I could get maybe one shirt a year and I had to pick a team so I had to start supporting Liverpool from them. Weirdly my first memory is Evans being sacked.

First football memory is Owen scoring v Argentina in the world cup
 
Every time my dad put me to sleep he asked me who the best football team in the world was: Liverpool, and who the second best football team was: Liverpool reserves.

He then smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

In so doing I learned his love was conditional on me being a Liverpool supporter. It was a tremendously effective form of brainwashing that I've employed on my own children.

When I was a teen my relationship with my dad got very ugly and the only way we rebuilt it was watching Liverpool together, because there we were on the same team.

So the story is my dad basically. He's dying now and barely conscious at the moment and the last cogent conversation I had with him was a month ago, and we were tired of talking about anything of significance, or his life, or his illness, so yeah, his last words to me will basically centre around him trying to figure out why we were so shit this year.

He said he made a deal with God to have us win the league last year. He's a tremendously serious and religious person, and so knows better on every level, but football was for this sort of lunatic hopeful silliness for him. That's what I took from it anyway. Never had any faith,and still don't, but I'll allow it, only here. It's a shame it's so compromised on every level now, the business of football, because it really is so pure, and it's got fuck all to do with the game.
 
I saw Ronnie Whelan scored one of the best goals ever for Ireland in 1988(i won't listen to anyone who says it was a miss kick/shin) asked who he played for, and ended up here nearly 40 years later.
 
My Da put a Liverpool bobble hat on me when I was a couple of days old, and the rest is history. That is a true story.

Now, the stupid part, that I didn't find out until I was a teenager and already madly in love and obsessed with them, was that he wasn't a fan of Liverpool. Or even football. He only did it, because his best mate was a United fan (and actually got a trial for them), and because he would do anything to fuck with his best mate (like any self-respecting Dubliner), he "supported" them, just for the arguments in the boozer on Saturday nights.

Cheers, Da.
 
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Gerry_A_Trick said:
I saw Ronnie Whelan scored one of the best goals ever for Ireland in 1988(i won't listen to anyone who says it was a miss kick/shin) asked who he played for, and ended up here nearly 40 years later.
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I saw Ronnie Whelan score the most spectacular own goal ever at Old Toilet 2 years later. He always was a manc at heart
 
tombrown said:
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I saw Ronnie Whelan score the most spectacular own goal ever at Old Toilet 2 years later. He always was a manc at heart
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I've met him several times since he's retired, and he always laughs about that... Says it was always his ambition to score against us, for them, at their place, from 25 yards out, and he was so good, he did it without ever playing for them! 🙂
 
Farkmaster said:
Every time my dad put me to sleep he asked me who the best football team in the world was: Liverpool, and who the second best football team was: Liverpool reserves.

He then smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

In so doing I learned his love was conditional on me being a Liverpool supporter. It was a tremendously effective form of brainwashing that I've employed on my own children.

When I was a teen my relationship with my dad got very ugly and the only way we rebuilt it was watching Liverpool together, because there we were on the same team.

So the story is my dad basically. He's dying now and barely conscious at the moment and the last cogent conversation I had with him was a month ago, and we were tired of talking about anything of significance, or his life, or his illness, so yeah, his last words to me will basically centre around him trying to figure out why we were so shit this year.

He said he made a deal with God to have us win the year last year. He's a tremendously serious and religious person, and so knows better on every level, but football was for this sort of lunatic hopeful silliness for him. That's what I took from it anyway. Never had any faith,and still don't, but I'll allow it, only here. It's a shame it's so compromised on every level now, the business of football, because it really is so pure, and it's got fuck all to do with the game.
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I absolutely fucking love this. I wouldn't even know where to begin with this conversation. My dad who I loved and still love with all my heart was an Evertonian. He also played for Liverpool schoolboys. There were reasons I crossed the bridge. I don't want to start unpacking all these noodles because it will turn into the worst ever Woody Allen script. But there's been so much fun along the way.

In short, my dad used to take me to the Everton game when I was a kid, it was an excuse to take his son out and have a few pints. There wasn't much fun in it for me because everyone was old and grumpy and I remember their stumpy cigarettes and lukewarm pints of best and their moaning about the economy. My uncle used to take me to the Liverpool game on the alternate weekend and all his friends used to sit me on their shoulders and we won every week and they'd buy me mars bars and give me ten pee to play the space invaders game.

I went to the football every weekend, I married the sister of an Everton striker, football was the religion, a blessing and a curse.
 
My love of LFC was instilled in me by my father, who grew up in North Wales and would cycle with his brothers to the ferry each Saturday to watch either Liverpool or Everton. As I grew up with an interest in football, his admiration for Mr Shankly was apparent and he marvelled at the team’s consistency, even through the late 60s / early 70s when trophies were scarcer but they were always there or thereabouts.

Of course, Shankly famously rebuilt the team by the early 70s, laying the foundations for greater successes under Bob Paisley. It was the strength of Shankly’s character and strong beliefs that spoke to me as much as his brilliant management skills, and so I was hooked by my teens. How Paisley followed such an act was phenomenal.

Plenty of ups, and some downs, since then of course, but I remember how excited I felt when JK was appointed because he understood the club, and reminded me in some ways of Shanks. So yes, another old fart here who has spent the last 50+ years loving this great club.
 
No great story for me. Got into watching football during Euro 2004, mostly as an excuse to drink beer at 9am, found myself captured by it and wanted to continue watching after.

English football was the most widely broadcast in Canada at the time, so I decided to follow a team. Wanted to choose a team with history and significance but not be a gloryhunter jumping on the bandwagon of a team rolling to titles.

Milan Baros had just finished Euro 2004 as the top scorer, so, why not? Liverpool it was.

Experiencing the joys of Olympiacos, Mellor's goal against Arsenal, and the rest of the magical run culminating at Istanbul, I was hooked and the club took a very large part of my heart.
 
darkstarexodus said:
No great story for me. Got into watching football during Euro 2004, mostly as an excuse to drink beer at 9am, found myself captured by it and wanted to continue watching after.

English football was the most widely broadcast in Canada at the time, so I decided to follow a team. Wanted to choose a team with history and significance but not be a gloryhunter jumping on the bandwagon of a team rolling to titles.

Milan Baros had just finished Euro 2004 as the top scorer, so, why not? Liverpool it was.

Experiencing the joys of Olympiacos, Mellor's goal against Arsenal, and the rest of the magical run culminating at Istanbul, I was hooked and the club took a very large part of my heart.
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If Milan Baros was enough to give you the bug it was destiny.
 
Shay_K said:
I was a quite 10 yrs old (1974) and pissed off with all the loud mouth bullies in my school. I heard a Malcom McDonald interview just before then FA cup final and I hoped the loud mouth tosser would lose. Newcastle were playing Liverpool in the final. It was a one sided affaid with an Irishman Steve Heighway and my soon to be all time favourite hero Kevin Keegan destroying Gobby McDonald.
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There is a final lesson to this...
In 1977 I read that Kevin was to leave the club that summer after the European Cup final (which we won for the 1st time). I was inconsolable, no one could replace Keegan.

....not even this new lad Kenny Dagsometing ...I couldn't pronounce his name back then let alone imagine he could ever be better than Kev.
 
They were really good when I was a kid. So I hunted glory. Just in time for them to go 30 years without a title. Timing is everything in life.


Seriously tho, my family were all reds so I joined in. Never looked back, through thick and thin.
 
Moved to England as a 5-year old in 1974 and was sick one Spring Saturday. I sat on the sofa to watch TV and an FA CUP game was on - Liverpool and I think Southampton. I decided to go for Liverpool and have been a fan since.

I also supported the local 4th Division team - Brighton and Hove Albion. Liverpool was always first though and still is.
 
My dad was a Gooner but, though I loved him dearly and still think about him every single day, I wanted my own team from an early age. I was born in Liverpool and the footy team caught my eye when they were mentioned in the paper as being top of what's now the Championship (not that I knew the difference then) in the late 50s/early 60s, so my choice was effectively made for me. A couple of seasons or so later we won our first title under Shanks and the rest, I'm happy to say, is history. 😎
 
Woke up 1 morning around 4am to the sound of football on the telly. My dad was watching football. I joined him and was immediately captivated by the team in red. Jamie Redknapp then scored a 30 yards strike against a team I eventually found out was Blackburn and the rest was history.

Oddly enough I have never seen my dad watch another football game ever again.
 
KopRed said:
Woke up 1 morning around 4am to the sound of football on the telly. My dad was watching football. I joined him and was immediately captivated by the team in red. Jamie Redknapp then scored a 30 yards strike against a team I eventually found out was Blackburn and the rest was history.

Oddly enough I have never seen my dad watch another football game again.
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That the day Blackburn won the league?
 
Shay_K said:
There is a final lesson to this...
In 1977 I read that Kevin was to leave the club that summer after the European Cup final (which we won for the 1st time). I was inconsolable, no one could replace Keegan.

....not even this new lad Kenny Dagsometing ...I couldn't pronounce his name back then let alone imagine he could ever be better than Kev.
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Boy, do I relate to this. I was disappointed about Keegan too but, even worse, I thought we'd been done when we signed the King, who had never impressed me much for Celtic or for Scotland. Never in my life have I been so glad to be wrong. 🙂
 
I was an army brat to scouse parents who came back to the city in 88. I was never pushed into watching us when we did play earlier than that.

First game in 89. On the kop to see us beat Southampton 2-0. Rush and Aldridge scoring. Hooked from that day on.
 
One of my dad's best mates came over to ours to watch the '88 FA Cup final. His oldest son was fully decked out in LFC kit and regalia.

I was 7, and already loved footie (my dad played professionally and at "international" level), but my dad never supported a club and the thought never occurred to me until that day. So I decided that day I would be a Liverpool fan, and my first taste of it was Lawrie Sanchez breaking my little heart as we lost the cup to Wimbledon.

I watched the crowd sing YNWA and was hooked. Something felt different about this club.

We didn't get much TV coverage of the English leagues back then, so I would spend hours in the local newsagents poring through footie mags and UK newspapers, and listen to commentary on the radio whenever I could. Kenny was my idol.

Then Hillsborough happened. I was asleep at the time but my dad came to wake me up and tell me what happened, and I groggily watched footage of the crush with him, at first rubbing sleep out of my eyes it wasn't too long before it turned to tears. My first taste of tragedy.
From then on, I was obsessed.
Seeing and reading how the club, and Kenny especially, dealt with the families and how the Liverpool community responded sealed it for me. I was Liverpool, forever.
 
Judge Jules said:
My dad was a Gooner but, though I loved him dearly and still think about him every single day, I wanted my own team from an early age. I was born in Liverpool and the footy team caught my eye when they were mentioned in the paper as being top of what's now the Championship (not that I knew the difference then) in the late 50s/early 60s, so my choice was effectively made for me. A couple of seasons or so later we won our first title under Shanks and the rest, I'm happy to say, is history. 😎
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Yep found an archive photos of him... They also say he was a national hero as he fought for Britain in the battle of waterloo, and captured his heroics in a painting. He killed many Frenchies. Did he ever tell you which side he was on during the English Civil war?
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