May 25th 2005;
The days leading upto the final i like many others was shitting bricks! For me this was the biggest game the reds had played in my living memory. I'd been around for the '80, '84 and '85 finals but at the age's of 3 months, 4 and 5 years old i can't really remember anything of those ones.
I sat down at 19.30 in the living room already sweating like gary glitter in a toyshop
just hoping that by miracle of miracles fate would be on our side. By about 19.46 i was still sweating but this had now been joined by uncontrollable shiverring hoping that we'd get a goal back soon whilst cacking meself everytime milan attacked our goal. As the clock ticked round to half-time the shivering and sweating had been replaced by the sick feeling not of defeat but of seeing my beloved reds absolutely tin-hatted. I was within a buton press of turning the game off and watching some tired old '70's sitcom re-run for the billionth time on UKGold in the hope that it would cheer me up.... BUT I DIDN'T THANK GOD. I thought "God knows when we'll be in this big a game again stick with it and hope they'll make the score a bit more respectable." So i did, Stevie G scores - "well that will make it look a bit better in years to come in the history books." Next Vladi scores and i think "come on boys maybe we can make Milan work for their trophy for the next half hour." Then the penalty is given and i'm shouting at the top of me voice "COME ON, WE CAN DO THIS", which is followed by "AHH NOOOYEEEESSSSSS!!!!" as the penalty is saved and then knocked in by Xabi. Now i know we're back in the game 'cos the sweats and shaking have returned big time! For the next 30 minutes my heart was in my mouth (and on the floor everytime Milan went near the goal) but i still had the feeling that it was going to end cruelly for us.The first thought of it's OURS came when Jerzy made THAT save from Shevchenko; surprisinlgy when it went to penalties I was the calmest i'd been all night and then when Jerzy stopped Shevchenko's penalty i screamed the house down and rang me Dad at work singin' CHAMPIONEE, CHAMPIONEE down the phone.
That was one special night and it was topped off the following day when driving into Liverpool with me folks to see the parade i was waiting at the traffic lights on speke boulevard. As the lights were about to change to green a police motorcycle came up speke hall road and stopped the traffic from moving off, next came two police outriders followed by the team coach with ol' big ears sat on the front dash, as they turned onto speke boulevard everyone started to honk their horns and chant LIVERPOOL, LIVERPOOL, LIVERPOOL. I think i even saw an evertonian applauding in a nearby car
.May 25th 2005 - a truely special day that will live with me til the day i leave this world.
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