Favourite non-Liverpool player

[peekay]

When we smashed Real Madrid in the CL, second leg was at anfield, well somehow my cousin who'd lived in Madrid as a student had great connections and got us tickets in the bernabeau about ten rows back and on the halfway line. Second leg he had his own tapas restaurant in town and a few of his mates came over and he organised a big afternoon scran just for about ten of us. We were all talking about footy and every time I mentioned something boss I'd seen at a world cup or a cl final this Spanish dude would jump in and say something like, it wasn't the final ball, it was the dual thirty seconds earlier that created that goal, and my reply was always, you remember a lot more about it than me, I just remember the goal and now and again he'd say that he'd been at the match and I thought this dude knows his football. Anyway at some point he goes for a piss and I say who the fuck is he, he knows his shit, and my cuz says, he's butragueno you stupid twat

In 2000, the Chepauk stadium was being renovated. The Indian cricket team held their training camp at our uni cricket ground. One day, they opened the training camp to the public and me and my mates parked ourselves near the boundary. At one point a youngster was fielding right next to where we were sitting and we started having a conversation with him. We were constantly pestering him with questions about Sachin, Saurav, Dravid and he was very nice and polite and answered all of them. Some of my mates even asked him if he could get Sachin's and Saurav's autograph for us. The youngster was nice enough to try but Sachin and Saurav were in a team meeting and did not want to be disturbed. He then put on his pads and went for batting practice. Once he left, we realized that we did not even ask his name or a single question about him. Two weeks later, we watched like dumb idiots as he scored a brilliant 84 out of 80 balls to lead India to victory over Australia. Yuvraj Singh.

 

[Donavan Ried]

When we smashed Real Madrid in the CL, second leg was at anfield, well somehow my cousin who'd lived in Madrid as a student had great connections and got us tickets in the bernabeau about ten rows back and on the halfway line. Second leg he had his own tapas restaurant in town and a few of his mates came over and he organised a big afternoon scran just for about ten of us. We were all talking about footy and every time I mentioned something boss I'd seen at a world cup or a cl final this Spanish dude would jump in and say something like, it wasn't the final ball, it was the dual thirty seconds earlier that created that goal, and my reply was always, you remember a lot more about it than me, I just remember the goal and now and again he'd say that he'd been at the match and I thought this dude knows his football. Anyway at some point he goes for a piss and I say who the fuck is he, he knows his shit, and my cuz says, he's butragueno you stupid twat

I love that...lol....
He was such a magical player...The story made my day.
Thank you Woland 🙂..