I was never honoured to stand on the Kop. But for the 20th anniversary Id love to read the stories and memories of those who di stand there or maybe pass on a dad or granddads story and pictures.
I was Brian.
I was privileged and of course the scary thing is quick the years have rocketed.
Much I have said before but there was something very special coming into the right of the Kop .....climbing the steps whilst mesmerised by the green velvet surface of the pitch.
We all used to get there for 1 - 1.30 so we could get our spec aquarter of the way up right behind the goal.
We'd congregate round and lean with our backs to the crash barriers and kill time with a few jokes.
Some other lads would arrive. We'd acknowledge them and they us with the knowing " we know who we are and we know why we are here".
The ground would fill up and by Kick Off we would have 23,000 of us out of a 54,000 ground capacity sardined together.
We couldn't move an inch.... only when the wave of the crowd lifted and moved us where it wanted to take us.
Down we would all tumble and then scurry back up the steps, sometimes ducking under the barriers. Never did we end a match standing where we started.
Ciggies.
That was a ritual.
Ciggies had to be in a hard pack into a shirt left breast pocket so you could manoevure to get one out with your right hand .... your arms were squashed to your sides.
The lighter had to be in a top pocket as well
Girls.
Always questionable between the true fans and the girls who just enjoyed being in a baying pack of males crushed together.
There were often "accidental" fumbles that would put you away today.
Who knows who enjoyed that the most.
One time it was cold.
Very cold and there was less on the Kop than normal.
There had been a Liverpool Echo seller outside the Kop who came up the stairs with a bag full of newspapers. We had a warming bonfire.
Eee Aye Adio./ Mighty Emlyn./ The latest chart songs and all the others
We would just burst into spontaneous song.
It just happened.
It was natural. We never realised that one day standing there crushed together as one mass of waves of fanatical support it would be no more.
Shankly.
Walking in front of the Kop arms raised.
We saluted him and he saluted us. Never did we know then that the legacy left to Bob and those to follow would be so powerful.
We were in the presence of deity.
I am so proud to have been a Kopite.
I have so many memories of standing there with my Prescot and Huyton mates I could be rambling on till next week.
So many players who came and went and who are part of our glorious history.
We salute them.
As they say about history ... " I was there " and I am so proud of that.