What? This cunt? FFS. He's a wool man!!!
Who goes to the match on here?
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What? This cunt? FFS. He's a wool man!!!
Ha. You probably are too.
There are a few like. Ryan, Themn, Rosco, FFF..... but I certainly find these days that in big threads I disagree with the majority.
I am a cockernee!
Andy - let's cut the shit. Are we meeting up on Jan 30th at the Emirates to watch us destroy the Gooners?
January 30th!!!! Thats next year man!! I can barely plan next week.
Ok lets say yes. I'll write it on my calender.
Sweeeeeeeet ... I have to get out of the company's Christmas Party and get seats in the away stand. No way I'm sitting with the Gooner fans again.
Yah ... Insua's wonder goal ... Fran "The next Gooner super star wiz kid" Merida scored a nice goal ... and Aquliani almost scored with a bicycle kick at the end ... That was fun ... The first Liverpool game I ever did see ...
Excellent move.
I've been a Liverpool fan since the beginning of the 80's. And I live in Austria.
Why Liverpool? Because my dad supported Liverpool and brought me into it. Maybe he liked their style of playing football, maybe he was a glory hunter or whatever. I don't know and I never asked because it didn't matter to me. I was brought up to support Liverpool FC many miles away from Anfield.
For many years it was nearly impossible to watch my favourite football club. Sure, the odd European Cup game was on TV and gave me the ability to watch my team from our far-flung living room together with my dad. But being a fan was limited because you weren't able to control what was shown on TV unlike today. Back in the day there was no internet, no streams, no podcasts or highlights, nothing. Mainly just newspaper and videotext lines.
That didn't prevent me from collecting Panini stickers, collectors' cards or everything else that made me feel a little bit closer to my favourite team. I didn't have to be present at the ground to feel the tension, the thrill of victory or desperation of defeat or pain of catastrophies that happened. Don't get me wrong - of course I longed to see my heroes in action. But for me as a kid it wasn't really necessary. I didn't have to stand on the Kop among older strangers to let my love and support for the club grow - my dad did that his way by telling me stories about games he had visited every once in a while, spending fortunes and travelling many miles and hours to live his passion.
Growing up and getting older I still devoured match reports, weighed up the prospects for coming games and hoped that new players would bring a change in our fortunes and win a league title again. But what didn't change was that I've never been able to attend a game myself.
It took me years to travel to Liverpool for the first time. But suddenly the happiness and joy was mixed up with fear. Fear of disappointment. I had followed Liverpool for so long and imagined the buzz around a game and the atmosphere at Anfield that there seemed no prospect of the reality matching the dream. Part of the reason was the football itself had changed in the meantime. Players suddenly were getting paid fortunes and teams were recruiting players from all over the world. I dreaded the spectacle of overpaid mercenaries trotting noncommittally around the pitch in a stadium which was eventually made an allseater stadium and therefore would provide less atmosphere than I always figured out. I also feared to be seen as a second class supporter coming from another country and having difficulties with the language.
But what I experienced then in Liverpool exceeded my expectations. I had the pleasure to meet lovely, welcoming people which didn't give me the feeling to not being welcome at all. All of them were happy and proud that people like me from abroad came to visit the city and the club. The atmosphere at the pub before the match, at the ground, afterwards in the pubs and clubs - it was beyond everything I had experienced until then.
So please do not underestimate the passion and love we as long distance fans have for our club. We share it with the locals as much as we possibly can.
To all those thousands of fans around the world who get up in the middle of the night to watch us play in some meaningless Carling Cup 2 round match - I doff my cap. It's all about love, passion and pride to be a Liverpool supporter. We know which troubles and efforts we have to endure to be a part of it all. Screaming at the TV certainly doesn't make me feel like a lesser fan.
And like nobody in the city of Liverpool ever made me feel like a 'Level 2'-supporter certainly no WUM on an internet forum will have me feel like one.
Why Liverpool? Because my dad supported Liverpool and brought me into it. Maybe he liked their style of playing football, maybe he was a glory hunter or whatever. I don't know and I never asked because it didn't matter to me. I was brought up to support Liverpool FC many miles away from Anfield.
For many years it was nearly impossible to watch my favourite football club. Sure, the odd European Cup game was on TV and gave me the ability to watch my team from our far-flung living room together with my dad. But being a fan was limited because you weren't able to control what was shown on TV unlike today. Back in the day there was no internet, no streams, no podcasts or highlights, nothing. Mainly just newspaper and videotext lines.
That didn't prevent me from collecting Panini stickers, collectors' cards or everything else that made me feel a little bit closer to my favourite team. I didn't have to be present at the ground to feel the tension, the thrill of victory or desperation of defeat or pain of catastrophies that happened. Don't get me wrong - of course I longed to see my heroes in action. But for me as a kid it wasn't really necessary. I didn't have to stand on the Kop among older strangers to let my love and support for the club grow - my dad did that his way by telling me stories about games he had visited every once in a while, spending fortunes and travelling many miles and hours to live his passion.
Growing up and getting older I still devoured match reports, weighed up the prospects for coming games and hoped that new players would bring a change in our fortunes and win a league title again. But what didn't change was that I've never been able to attend a game myself.
It took me years to travel to Liverpool for the first time. But suddenly the happiness and joy was mixed up with fear. Fear of disappointment. I had followed Liverpool for so long and imagined the buzz around a game and the atmosphere at Anfield that there seemed no prospect of the reality matching the dream. Part of the reason was the football itself had changed in the meantime. Players suddenly were getting paid fortunes and teams were recruiting players from all over the world. I dreaded the spectacle of overpaid mercenaries trotting noncommittally around the pitch in a stadium which was eventually made an allseater stadium and therefore would provide less atmosphere than I always figured out. I also feared to be seen as a second class supporter coming from another country and having difficulties with the language.
But what I experienced then in Liverpool exceeded my expectations. I had the pleasure to meet lovely, welcoming people which didn't give me the feeling to not being welcome at all. All of them were happy and proud that people like me from abroad came to visit the city and the club. The atmosphere at the pub before the match, at the ground, afterwards in the pubs and clubs - it was beyond everything I had experienced until then.
So please do not underestimate the passion and love we as long distance fans have for our club. We share it with the locals as much as we possibly can.
To all those thousands of fans around the world who get up in the middle of the night to watch us play in some meaningless Carling Cup 2 round match - I doff my cap. It's all about love, passion and pride to be a Liverpool supporter. We know which troubles and efforts we have to endure to be a part of it all. Screaming at the TV certainly doesn't make me feel like a lesser fan.
And like nobody in the city of Liverpool ever made me feel like a 'Level 2'-supporter certainly no WUM on an internet forum will have me feel like one.
Put them in an envelope, Oncey! Put them in an envelope and then watch as everyone tries to show you they're in your own envelopes! It's a BRILLIANT stunt!
Lately I go when I get a ticket as a birthday present or the like.
Haven't gone over since the Derby in Jan 2011,Kenny's homecoming party.
I can't be arsed spunking 400 quid anymore on weekend trips like I did the previous decade.
Apathy has defo set in since the whole H and G era.
Torres and Mascher made me think quite hard about why we should support most players,when they clearly don't give a fuck about the fans or the clubs anymore.
Haven't gone over since the Derby in Jan 2011,Kenny's homecoming party.
I can't be arsed spunking 400 quid anymore on weekend trips like I did the previous decade.
Apathy has defo set in since the whole H and G era.
Torres and Mascher made me think quite hard about why we should support most players,when they clearly don't give a fuck about the fans or the clubs anymore.
Hahahahaha. Okay, gather round okay. Look. Theres just one name in this envelope okay. One name of a poster and thats it. And then there is this envelope here okay. Theres another name in that one. So thats it. Two posters and two envelopes okay. Thats all im going to say. Okay. Two envelopes. And a third envelope. Thats it okay?
Im telling you man. These scandos are no joke.
I jinxed it ... my whole office was told today 'Holiday party has been canceled - too expensive for you guys to all come.' 🙁
We don't fuck about in all fairness. Anyway, stop being a maudlin auld git
Poor Wizzy.
Bad luck mate.
You will just have to come on your own to the next drinkies
Oncy's post makes me a bit sad, but I understand it. We live a long way away, it takes a lot of commitment.
I have a season ticket, well half of one, four of us have gone in on two tickets, so we all get 9 home games each, which is still a lot from where we live. There are games like the City game that are enjoyable and you feel what you're supposed to in the ground. But four hours is a long way to drive after a 0-0 against Stoke. And the older and busier you get, you can't but think about all the family and friends you never have time for that you could have hung with instead.
That said for a southerner like me to get hold of a season ticket in the first place is pretty awesome and I am enjoying it, but sometimes life stops me from going to as many games as I'd like.
I hope I pass Rael's test of being a real fan.
Ps Oncy I better be one of the handful!
I have a season ticket, well half of one, four of us have gone in on two tickets, so we all get 9 home games each, which is still a lot from where we live. There are games like the City game that are enjoyable and you feel what you're supposed to in the ground. But four hours is a long way to drive after a 0-0 against Stoke. And the older and busier you get, you can't but think about all the family and friends you never have time for that you could have hung with instead.
That said for a southerner like me to get hold of a season ticket in the first place is pretty awesome and I am enjoying it, but sometimes life stops me from going to as many games as I'd like.
I hope I pass Rael's test of being a real fan.
Ps Oncy I better be one of the handful!
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