It was the summer of 1987, I was 6 years old.
Up until then I had always kicked a ball around but knew hardly anything of the game, I was hanging around with some older cousins who were all wearing red shirts they told me that I could be in their team playing against other kids in the street, we were to be called Liverpool, while the other team were Arsenal.
My oldest cousin was about 10 and throughout the summer he boasted to be as good as a player called Ian Rush, and would often pretend to be him.
I remember staying over at their house and watching a programme late at night, (it was the first game of the 87-88 season) we were singing about Barnes and Beardsley the whole night after both scored on their debut in a win against Arsenal.
Throughout the next 25 years Liverpool FC soon became an obsession for me,
I grew up in Bradford most of my friends where either Bradford or Leeds fans, and at times it was hard.
However I remember dancing for joy when we beat Everton in the FA cup final
And I cried for the first time because of LFC but not the last when Mickey Thomas won the league for Arsenal
Being so young the Hillsborough disaster was quite hard to fathom, only being a few years after the Bradford City fire I had other kids at school abusing me for supporting Liverpool . This is when I realised being a supporter of Liverpool was different than following any other team in the world. It came from the heart.
Even though I’m not a true Scouser I believe Liverpool Foot ball Club is in my blood and has been for over 25 years. My general mood is dictated by how well we’re playing.
I have a huge liverbird tattoo on my torso, and even though as i have lived in London for the last 10 years and only get to Anfield a few times a season, the feeling i have when standing on the Kop is amazing.
I have a 7 year old son who, was born and bread here in London, however my passion rubs off on him and he's also falling in love with the greatest football team in the world
YNWA
