I’LL be honest. I like being honest to start. You’re reading this somewhere in the week before Jürgen Klopp’s beautiful Redmen add another potentially bloody gorgeous chapter to our storied saga, I’m writing it (obviously) earlier. That’s how time works. I’m writing...
THE mornings of Champions League finals are unique days. Days when we feel special but equally full of trepidation. Like children on their birthdays or confirmations or Bar Mitzvahs. In Liverpool there’s not a stranger, a shop assistant, an acquaintance you won’t...
immortality noun the ability to live forever; eternal life. SO, here we are. On the brink of immortality. The doorstep to eternity. I’ve been writing this for weeks. Thinking about how to start it, what it should say, how to follow articles that I put everything into...
THIS European run has consumed me. Consumed me in every sense of the word, writes JOEL SANDERSON-MURRAY. It’s the most relevant word I can find to describe the way I have felt since Andriy Shevchenko drew Liverpool and Manchester City together in the quarter-final...
IF we played a game of Liverpool FC word association, and I threw at you the words “beach ball”, then there’s only one player that’s going to come to mind, writes GREG POWER. But even before Pepe Reina’s injustice at Sunderland in 2009, I associated a very...
YOU see the pictures and the footage from the glory days, writes RACHAEL HUNTER. You hear the stories from those lucky enough to have witnessed it first hand and it only serves to increase your desire – your pining – for your very own slice of history. I was only 12...
IT is the end of days. The faceless masses who have survived gather near the wreckage that remains of what used to be civilisation. Scared and confused, they approach the steps with caution. At the top is a figure. He turns to reveal himself as their hero. The one who...
LIVERPOOL locking horns with Real Madrid in the biggest game of the European football calendar has a eloquent feel to it, writes JOEL SANDERSON-MURRAY. Feels right, doesn’t it? The names bounce off the page at you. Liverpool and Real Madrid, these are the big boys,...
THERE are fewer long-standing social cliques in the city of Liverpool than those who are or have been allied in some form to the amateur football scene. Liverpool, in many ways, is a city which very much acts in the form of a community. There would be no night out...
LOOK at these men, writes CAOIMHE O’NEILL. These men, in their red ties who have fancifully danced us into the elite ballroom of a European Cup final. Another European Cup final and it’s about time. The players have fought tooth and nail to get us here,...
