AS my Nan might have said, thank Christ for that. It’s funny building up to these things these days. It’s strange being a part of other people’s stories. It’s fascinating meeting you in person and hearing how this impacts your life when we’re all just normal fans...
RECOVERED yet? Sobered up? Stopped being ridiculously dehydrated? Stopped hugging friends? Smiling to random people on the street? Looking at videos of The Reds on Twitter and only stopping to look at The Reds on Instagram? Same, mates. It’s a good job my job is...
THE emotions are still so raw. When the final whistle blew in the Olimpiyskiy Stadium in Kiev, I collapsed into my seat, attempting to hold back tears of despair. When the final whistle went in the Wanda Metropolitano in Madrid, I collapsed onto my knees, unable to...
WE’VE all got our own tale to tell about life – and every moment means something different to each of us. Our own story is continually being written, and written in only a way that we really know about. We have our own context behind our eyes. As much as life offers...
WHAT a day. What a night. What a season. Liverpool are Champions of Europe, and stories will be told for years to come of the experiences. So here’s mine… I couldn’t make it to Madrid but no matter, I’d just do as I did last year for Kyiv and head to Liverpool. Nope....
HISTORY is littered with background people. For every moonwalking Neil Armstrong there’s a Michael Collins hidden away in the lunar module. For every John, Paul, George and Ringo there’s a George Martin staying behind to patch it altogether with just a mug of Horlicks...
IN the bowels of Anfield, as the fans sung their hearts out and the world tried to come to terms with what they’d just seen, Jürgen Klopp looked at his watch and smiles. “It’s 10 past 10, most children are probably in bed… These boys are...
ARE you not having fun? How can you not be? This isn’t the current state of mind. I’m on a train from Madrid to Barcelona the morning after watching Liverpool win their sixth European cup. The trophy is intoxicating in its sheer presence. It engulfs you, it is a...
MADRID Airport. Sunday, June 2. I mean, I was up at 6.45am, not a mark on me. No hangover, no nothing. Mine was an unusual Champions League final day. Friday night, you see, got a smidgen out of hand. European Cup nerves and that, the ale flew, bevied twice in a day....
COME and adore them. They’re the kings of Europe. To adore, to love. To love is an action, it is active. It isn’t a passive thing. In the book The Reasons For Love by Harry Frankfurt he explores why we love, what love actually is. He determines in short...
The Anfield Wrap’s post-match reaction podcast after Marseilles 0 Liverpool 3 after the Reds travelled to the Stade Velodrome in the Champions League and emerged victorious.
