Jeff Goulding was one of the lucky 2000 to Anfield on Sunday night, which is part of the story as fans returned to Anfield for the first time in 270 days. That's what it was like to be there.
This is a show that we all know from 2015 and how we missed it.
With the final whistle and the players heading to the tunnel, after showing their appreciation to the fans on the Kop, a smiling Jürgen Klopp went to this famous old terrace.
The sound of applause grows and shouts of approval filled the air cold night. We all knew what was coming, we waited so long to see, and with big smiles on our faces, we welcomed each fist pump with a giant roar. The boss touched his hand to his heart and pointed his joy that this communion was finally back.
It was the perfect ending to a magical evening in L4, lit by outstanding performance and of course, four goals.
Denial of joy
Yet earlier, barely an hour before kickoff, the streets of Anfield were a somber affair, with the exception of sparkling Christmas lights dancing in the Skerries Road windows. The sight of Homebaked with its closed storefront and The Park standing silent and lonely pub on Walton Breck Road dark reminded that this was not an ordinary day game.
At the corner of the mast, where the meeting Kop stand Sir Kenny Dalglish, a solitary stall selling scarves and badges had been erected, and the faint glow of turnstile, a small group of Kopites had gathered, not taking subscriptions or their fans cards. but their phones until the temperature controls.
Yet another reminder that although we can get out of Covid nightmare, we are just at the foot of the climb.
Yet there was no quiet excitement in my belly. Like many of us, after nine months without participating in the game, I had the desire buried deep within me, I convinced myself that I could find joy watching the Reds since my couch and I installed myself in the "new normal" now cliché.
But that was all a lie. Denial is so often the first stage of grief, and when I went through that turnstile, sluggishness street outside was left behind. The brightness of the lobby and the staircase leading to the block 207 called me home. It was Anfield, not as we know it, but it's still our place and it was never as good or better.
We had all been scheduled hours to arrive, which meant that many were ahead to greet the players as they ran to warn, just like old times. When goalkeepers and their coaches have appeared before us, they were greeted by enthusiastic applause and roars of approval.
And with so many local zip codes represented in the red seats, it was also the time to make jokes to more local flavor. "Free the Lobster Pot One!" shouted a Kopite, a reference to the embattled mayor of Liverpool who "is cooperating with the police," and his love of apparent chippy teas.
But it would be a song "Bring on the Champions!" it would thrill everyone in this old stand and anyone watching from afar.
How long we waited to sing this, our pain lasted long into a new season. Blow it the Kop finally after 30 years of waiting, it was its own reward.
Despite all the pain and sorrow of the past nine months, the Kop could breathe again. And although we may not be as strong in 2000, it would go a long way to hear our anthem sung with more passion and joy.
It was once again an improvised Liverpool team, team selection by necessity, but no less effective than that which has taken an unassailable lead last season.
Each of them is good enough to qualify for Liverpool player, and the army of 2000 troops on the ground would make them know at every opportunity.
The frequent applause and shouts of appreciation for Neco Williams contrasted sharply with those launched by the anonymous crowd keyboards on social networks. And as the young man came out of the land of jogging in the second half, he turned to greet his fans. He seemed to have grown a few centimeters, I'm sure he felt the same.
In the end, Klopp opted once again for the man who had been his third choice, Caoimhin Kelleher. Against Ajax, he was in inspired form, and here he showed that he was not a marvel of a sudden. It was not often called into action, but whenever he needed it, he showed beautifully to the task. The chants of "a number of Ireland" could one day prove prophetic.
However, it is the half hour that the crowd showed the world of football and a particular player that we lacked.
The interpretation of "Si Senor" by Kop, an ode to Bobby Firmino, was as moving as sustainable.
We can say that football without fans is nothing and we have reason to do it, but it's worse than that. Without our songs, our flags and banners, football is a matter soulless. The match against Wolves may have marked a new beginning, but it was also the end of zombie football with his canned crowd noise and empty seats.
Everything must go
It is full of heroes Liverpool team. Since the 60s and 70s, the collective power was not as obvious at Anfield.
Missing a host of superstars, including an advocate for 75 million pounds and a goalkeeper of 65 million pounds, they are similar in one way or another. They are more resilient as they are anti-fragile. Klopp This team does not simply resist pressure, it gets stronger for it. The sight of Joel Matip, absent for so long and plagued by a series of injuries, getting up to go home with a brilliant cross Salah and claiming the third Liverpool was certainly evidence of this spirit of single combat.
It only remained to Trent Alexander Arnold, his deputy more than competent, Williams to resume his role of larger rear right of the world to attend the king.
It was a goal that guaranteed smiles on all faces when we left the Anfield light and in the dark street beyond.
It was a performance that would warm the days and nights ahead. As it is appropriate that once again George Sephton, whose voice was the soundtrack of my life Kopite, is the song of the swan most appropriate for this wonderful night.
The music of George selections are sometimes controversial, sometimes bitter but still relevant.
After the magic of combat Barcelona, he chose Lennon's Imagine. It was a master stroke, but his game Everything must go while 2,000 of us came out of the ground, collected by Covid Stewards, they captured the zeitgeist of Anfield to perfection.
4-0 was the least Liverpool deserved for an overnight effort, courage and pure blood. Klopp's men continued to show endurance and depths of unknown belief, we do not know how far this team can go.
If they claim the ultimate prize at the end of the season, they will claim to be the biggest of the illustrious history of the club. Who would bet against them yet?
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The history of the most popular sport in the world is incredible. Centuries have passes since the introduction of the sport we now call soccer or ( or whatever you want to call it ), and in that time, history has been made.
We all know some of the more memorable moments like Diego Maradona’s infamous handball and we know some of the more heartbreaking instants like the Hillsborough tragedy, but what we don’t know is some of the more bizarre and usual stories.
Like anything that has history, soccer has some of the most bizarre and humorous stories around—stories that will leave you shaking your head in disbelief.
Arsenal played a friendly against Dynamo Moscow in heavy fog in 1945 at White Hart Lane and despite the urging of players to suspend play due to the fog, the referee decided that play should continue.
The fog was so thick that the game turned into an absolute farce, with both sides playing by their own set of rules and suffering their own bad luck because of the inclement weather.
Moscow at one point made a remplacement but didn’t take a player off, with fans watching the match believing that the Russian club had up to 15 players on the pitch at the one time.
Arsenal also made the best of the conditions, with one of their players—who had earlier been sent off—sneaking back onto the pitch and playing the remainder of the game.
However, they did suffer some bad luck, with their goalkeeper knocking himself out cold after course into the goalpost, which évidemment, he could not see due to the fog. A spectator reportedly took his place in goals and the match continued.
Not too many of the stories to feature on this list take place in the past decade or so, but we have a special place here for the faithful fans at Stamford Bridge, home ground of Chelsea.
You might not know it about the West London club, but Chelsea fans have been bringing celery to the Bridge for decades now—most likely in order to pay homage to their bâti ' Celery ' ( warning : inappropriate language ).
However, according to a club statement from 2007, the Blues have reminded fans that bringing celery to the ground is in fact outlawed and that any fan caught bringing the ' dangerous ' vegetable to the ground could face a lifetime ban from the Blues’ home ground.
Nowadays, Everton and Liverpool form one of the strongest rivalries in the league, with the Merseyside derbies highlighting on every football fan’s calendar.
With Goodison Park ( Everton’s home ground ) just around the corner from Anfield Road ( Liverpool’s home ground ), the two clubs have grown in their hatred and disposition for the other—with the desire to beat their rival one of their biggest goals at the start of the season.
However, what you might not have known about the two clubs is that before the rivalry had existed, Everton’s home ground was in fact Anfield Road—the very ground that Liverpool now call their home and one of the tougher places to travel to in world football.
The Toffees would play their first game at Anfield against Earlestown on September 27, 1884, and would play their first Football League match as a professional club on September 8, 1888. Liverpool, évidemment, would not be founded for another four years after that date.
Everton would leave Anfield Road on January 25, 1892—opting to move to the north side of Stanley Park, to the ground and area now known as Goodison Park. Liverpool ( who wanted to be called Everton Athletic at the time ) would then claim Anfield Road as their home ground.