I could not be any prouder as a Liverpool supporter

Whether we win the long awaited Premierleague trophy or not, I could not be more proud of how our boys have performed throughout the season. I could not be more proud of how Brendan Rodgers has brought this team destined to spiral down into a mid table team, to a team with great team spirit and togetherness. A team with defiance; a team that has no limits.

At the start of the season, a thread was created asking us where we thought we would finish after 38 games. A large amount of fans said 4th, whereas many others voted 5th and 6th. It was all doom and gloom before the season even started. We hadn't signed Henrikh Mkytarian, we hadn't signed Diego Costa, and we hadn't signed Willian De Borges. Instead we had to perserve with a bad boy in Raheem Sterling, the ever so disloyal and liability of a player that is Luis Suarez, an over the hill Steven Gerrard, and a useless squad player in Jordon Henderson.

Arsenal had just signed Mesut Ozil for £42m, the best play maker in the world. Chelsea had signed Willian and a couple others, whereas City had signed Jovetic, Navas, and Fernandinho. But never to worry, as we were not competing with them. Instead we had to worry about the £100m Spurs splashed out on Lamela, Chadli, Eriksen, Soldado and whoever else. Even Everton secured some decent loan signings and at this point it was doubtful to many, including famous footballing pundits, whether we would ever finish inside the top four in the near future.

The Sturridge goal and the Mignolet penalty save. I remember it like it was yesterday. I also remember the Southampton win at Anfield where we fielded a back four of only central defenders, and lost..

What Brendan Rodgers has achieved this season is nothing short of genius. He has turned a 7th placed team with limited resources into a team contending with the two big oil teams at the top end of the table. Brendan didn't even know what his strongest team was until the new year, and to be currently sitting on top of the table speaks volumes about how far we have come under him. Did he want to play Skrtel at the start of the season? You bet he didn't. Did he try and find a player to replace Raheem in that first team? You bet he did. Did he try to play 3-5-2, get it horribly wrong, realise his mistake, and change formation again until he got it right? You bet he did. Has he got us playing the best football we have played in the last 20 years? You bet he has.

If we do not win the title, then so be it. Our objective has been complete in style, and now we as Liverpool fans should enjoy the two remaining games of the season. I have no regrets whatsoever. Gerrard was not to blame today, in the same manner that Kolo was not to blame a couple of month back against West Brom. These things happen and we must continue to support the team and individuals like we always have. And what about our fans staying to the final whistle, singing You'll Never Walk Alone immediately after Willian sealed the game for Chelsea. Moments like these is what differentiates us from the mancs and the chavs. We don't boo our manager like the chavs did to Rafa, and we won't leave hundreds of seats unattended at home games because we may not win the title. It's our DNA to support the team through thick and thin.

YNWA

I agree 100% with everything you say, BUT

If we loose this piece of silver for 8 F***ing goals, I am gonna feel like Milan fans in Instabul. Absolutely deflated and gutted.
I am not gonna loose my proud for the team, but I will always remember this year, as the year that we almost clinched the title after 24 years.

Great Post Mate, !

The team spirit that our side possesses is worth more than anything, all the money could buy, one day in the not too distant future we'll reap are rewards.

I agree 100% with everything you say, BUT

If we loose this piece of silver for 8 f**king goals, I am gonna feel like Milan fans in Instabul. Absolutely deflated and gutted.
I am not gonna loose my proud for the team, but I will always remember this year, as the year that we almost clinched the title after 24 years.

No denying it'll be gutting, but I'll still be immensely proud of our boys whatever happens. It's not over yet though. City are now favourites, but we have seen many twists in the tale and with three games to go, anything could happen.

And we've done it all playing the kind of football that's great to watch.
It was a compliment today from Maureen - parking the bus - cause their more expensive bunch of mercenaries would be no match in an open game.

Great post.

If we go back to the start of February nobody would have believed it would be even possible for us to have won our next 11 games.

This probably summed up the opinion of many of us less than 3 months ago after we had drawn with West Brom.

If we win our remaining 14 games then we'll finish on 89 points; but, when does a team ever go on a 14 game winning streak?

Heck, we couldn't even beat Villa and WBA. Let's not kid ourselves fellas, top-four for now would be a fantastic achievement seeing we finished 7th and 8th in previous seasons.

Top three is a terrific improvement on last season - I expected us to finish 5th back in August so the team have already exceeded my expectations.

There was an even better post I created a few months back. Goes along the lines of "are Everton better than us" 

Top 4 was the aim and a big ask. An incredible season has raised our expectations but lets not forget where we've come from and hopefully where we're going. LFC is on the rise and the experience of challenging for the title is a great foundation for future success.

Good read.

Great post CoutRed     

It is a good read.

For myself I am very proud of the club and what we have accomplished, like everybody I will be gutted if City end up taking it but I am not going to play the he said/she said blame game. We have made fantastic progress, we have one of the most exciting teams in Europe and will once again take our place aside the other European greats where we belong.

1. Best manager in England
2. Best Player in Europe
3. Young up & coming squad that will only get better
4. Champions League
5. Stadium is finally going to start moving
6. Hillsborough inquests

We have so much to be proud about from the 2013/2014 campaign that I would suggest complaining would be something a bitter would do.

Absolutely brilliant post CoutinhoRed and well worthy of a plus 

I've been watching LFC for a very long time, probably before a lot of you were even born, I was lucky enough to see us in the late 70's and 80's were we swept everything before us, but this season has been one of the best I have ever witnessed, some of our football this season has been truly breathtaking, I am desperate after 24 years for us to win the League.........but I almost hope we don't  I know that sounds crazy but, in a way, I do want us to win it and quite honestly we deserve to win it with our outstanding play but what bothers me is that if we win it this season........where does Brendan go from there? The only way next season for him, would be to win it again.....and if he didnt, he'd be classed as a failure, I know how fickle the fans can be.

I stand on the Kop every other week, surrounded mainly by season ticket holders like myself, and you wouldnt believe the moaning that comes from some of them  If you win the big prize right at the start you give yourself a massive long way to fall, I'm not saying Brendan wouldnt be successful again next season and believe me I sincerely hope he is, I'm just thinking, if we come second or third this season, then we have something to strive for next season....I'm a big believer in fate and what will be will be, and I do want us to win it, but I wont be hugely dissapointed if we come second.........we've made amazing strides to get into top spot........but staying there is even harder.

In saying all that, and sorry for rambling on but bloody hell, get in there lads and lets get the 3 points down at Palace on Monday and maybe even another 9-0 

We are Liverpool Tra la la la la.....We Go Again !!

Win or lose , it doesn't matter.
 It doesn't matter how long I have supported this club. It doesn't matter what we have gone through. How can you not love this club? We have got a great captain. We have always been blessed with the best managers (hodgson apart) who have been tactically brilliant and characteristically humble. And, the fans... The more I put in words, the less it is.

And, as they say Its the club that chooses you and not you who choose the club. I just can't imagine supporting another club.

Absolutely brilliant post CoutinhoRed and well worthy of a plus 

I've been watching LFC for a very long time, probably before a lot of you were even born, I was lucky enough to see us in the late 70's and 80's were we swept everything before us, but this season has been one of the best I have ever witnessed, some of our football this season has been truly breathtaking, I am desperate after 24 years for us to win the League.........but I almost hope we don't  I know that sounds crazy but, in a way, I do want us to win it and quite honestly we deserve to win it with our outstanding play but what bothers me is that if we win it this season........where does Brendan go from there? The only way next season for him, would be to win it again.....and if he didnt, he'd be classed as a failure, I know how fickle the fans can be.

I stand on the Kop every other week, surrounded mainly by season ticket holders like myself, and you wouldnt believe the moaning that comes from some of them  If you win the big prize right at the start you give yourself a massive long way to fall, I'm not saying Brendan wouldnt be successful again next season and believe me I sincerely hope he is, I'm just thinking, if we come second or third this season, then we have something to strive for next season....I'm a big believer in fate and what will be will be, and I do want us to win it, but I wont be hugely dissapointed if we come second.........we've made amazing strides to get into top spot........but staying there is even harder.

In saying all that, and sorry for rambling on but bloody hell, get in there lads and lets get the 3 points down at Palace on Monday and maybe even another 9-0 

We are Liverpool Tra la la la la.....We Go Again !!

Been wanting to say this for a while but didn't know how to word it properly. You did it for me, Cas.

I've always been proud to be a Liverpool supporter, that doesn't mean I've never had a moan.

I've seen the good times, the brilliant times, the bad times and the near end of our existance times. 

I've seen us win everything and seen us fail to win anything. 

I've hoped, I've prayed, I've wished, I've cried, I've laughed, I've jumped around, I've thrown things, I've hugged strangers and nearly punched loved ones. 

I've sulked for days on end, snapped at anyone who dared to utter those words "it's only a game" and had many "what the f**k" moments. 

For me, it doesn't matter what emotions I've gone through over the years, it's those emotions that keeps you wanting more and I think us older supporters probably got a tad blase when we were winning everything, so I'm savouring this season like it was our first great season 

People often refer to the glory days of Shanks but he had his lean spells 6 years at one point.But the football pulled us through and we never ever lost faith.
I see that sort of faith again and if we win the league I will be on Lime Street with a million other REDS but if we do not I refuse to be downbeat because as a football club we have finally got the holy trinity back and the football my God its pure filth and excitement

Perfect post
Thankyou

The pace at which we've progressed this season has been unprecedented in my 29 years following the Reds.
Brendan and the boys have put Liverpool firmly back into the eyes of the football world again, and to have the the respect of some of the biggest managers in european football feels good.
We all know that horrible depression we get after watching the lads lose a game, well thankfully that feeling has been a rarity this season. Even after defeats by Chelsea and City, we could hold our head up high knowing that we could have won those games.
There have been very few games where we have not been the better team, and in the games where we haven't been, we can chalk that down to experimental tactics by Brendan for the most part. Even in the Cup games we lost against the Scum and Arsenal, we were the better team.

I can't believe that we're top of the table with one week to go, and whatever happens over the course of this week, it's been an amazing season.
The future is RED!

 

great read
 its amazing and makes you proud you support such a great club
It will be Enormous if we are crowned as champs  BUT what ever the outcome at the end of this marvelous season for LIVERPOOL, Rodgers and the players were FANTASTIC,played the best football in the league, the goals scored are one of the  highest in europe, introduced a few youngster who established thier place in the squad,,,,,a season of champions, lets hope that this comes to be a FACT

 YNWA

Always been proud to be a red apart from a short time after Heysel when I got so much stick at school, the team has surpassed my expectations this season, I want us to win the league so badly but really it's been a great season, the football, the crowd, the buzz around the club and the city..

I agree 100% with everything you say, BUT

If we loose this piece of silver for 8 f**king goals, I am gonna feel like Milan fans in Instabul. Absolutely deflated and gutted.
I am not gonna loose my proud for the team, but I will always remember this year, as the year that we almost clinched the title after 24 years.

I'll remember it as the year that we actually arrived back as contenders. The year that we finally buried that huge threat of mediocrity that has threatened us during the last four years in which we have seen an historical change in club ownership, the return and exit of a King, old heroes walk out, new heroes arrive, legends retire and a Roy Hodgson.

But I'll remember it more for it being the year that these Brendan Rodgers visions and philosophies became oh so very clear and 'Brendan Rodgers, Liverpool Manager' arrived and put us back into Europe. In the same year that the Hillsborough Inquests got underway and that a monumentous and courageous fight for justice, by ordinary, working class people who refused to back down from the corrupt powers that be, became imminent, a quarter of a century on from when the tragedy occurred.

I'll be happy as f**king Larry if we win the league do not get me wrong and I will be the most annoying, drunken, shouting, piss taking b***ard any of my Toffee nosed mates have ever known. I assure you of that.

Promise it!

If we don't though, I'll be pissed off for about an hour. Tops. After that? Well you can refer back to the previous paragraph.

Liverpool can make me the happiest person in the world but I refuse to let it ruin my day anymore.

To put it in context, on December 29th last year we got beat by Chelsea 2-1. The way I felt after that game I'll never forget. I was in tears, my head spinning, heart pumping with the taste of lager in my mouth drying up and the drink in me threatening to turn sinister and force my fist into the suddenly weak looking exterior brick wall of my local alehouse. The result would have normally arsed me and changed my mood, but not this time. All focus was on a text that my Dad (my Hero) had sent to me from Arrowe Park Hospital informing me that the Doctors thought he had a tumour. It was later confirmed as bowel and liver cancer and our lives were turned upside down.

Since then there's been Chemotherapy of which finished on 25th April. Four months of hell entwined with Liverpool Football Club taking me and my Old Man on one f**king hell of a ride. It's been f**king mental. Smashing Everton, destroying Arsenal, Tottenham 4-0, United 3-0, that City match? Fucks, besides a 2-2 against Villa we won every single one of our f**king league games in that time!! Talk about a distraction from things! The ride this club has taken us on has provided such an amazing thing to be involved in during such a dark time. A thing for me and Dad to go to, to discuss, to celebrate and smile about.

Then came Chelsea last week, the best part of four months on since that horrible game in December and all of it's horrible f**king memories and two days on from my Dad having his last Chemotherapy session. We know what happened in the ninety and my Dad just walked out with his face dropped, he looked really down because of a Liverpool game for the first time in a long time and it took me back to that last Chelsea game. Anyhow, my Dad's scan had been booked for the 12th May and we knew that during the match and all of a sudden the Liverpool run and title challenge seemed like nothing on reflection.

On Wednesday my Dad got a phone call from the Hospital, they had brought the scan forward from the 12th. By the Thursday lunchtime we were sitting in the Cancer Centre at Clatterbridge Hospital waiting to see the Doctor to discuss the results of the scan my Dad had just had. Bad news I hear you think? It's what I was thinking. "Good news" said the Doctor before going into detail of how the chemo had been working wonders and where we go from now on. Me and my Dad just sort of looked at each other as he said it and then walked out smiling like Cheshire Cats. I'm nursing the two day hangover as I type.

For me there will always be two significant defeats this season and they have been dealt to us by Chelsea. If we win the league then it will be glorious, fantastic, amazing.

If not, f**k it! The club has taken me and my Dad on such an amazing journey during a period of time that was incredibly hard but made easier by the elation of the results we got within those four months.

No matter what happens between now and a week tomorrow the club made me happy this year and me and my Dad will be in the Camp and Furnace come May 11th getting absolutely fuckng wasted whilst celebrating a fantastic year for the club and something to be proud of.

At half time, Dad 1-0 Cancer and I couldn't be any prouder to be a Liverpool Supporter if I tried!

I'll remember it as the year that we actually arrived back as contenders. The year that we finally buried that huge threat of mediocrity that has threatened us during the last four years in which we have seen an historical change in club ownership, the return and exit of a King, old heroes walk out, new heroes arrive, legends retire and a Roy Hodgson.

But I'll remember it more for it being the year that these Brendan Rodgers visions and philosophies became oh so very clear and 'Brendan Rodgers, Liverpool Manager' arrived and put us back into Europe. In the same year that the Hillsborough Inquests got underway and that a monumentous and courageous fight for justice, by ordinary, working class people who refused to back down from the corrupt powers that be, became imminent, a quarter of a century on from when the tragedy occurred.

I'll be happy as f**king Larry if we win the league do not get me wrong and I will be the most annoying, drunken, shouting, piss taking b***ard any of my Toffee nosed mates have ever known. I assure you of that.

Promise it!

If we don't though, I'll be pissed off for about an hour. Tops. After that? Well you can refer back to the previous paragraph.

Liverpool can make me the happiest person in the world but I refuse to let it ruin my day anymore.

To put it in context, on December 29th last year we got beat by Chelsea 2-1. The way I felt after that game I'll never forget. I was in tears, my head spinning, heart pumping with the taste of lager in my mouth drying up and the drink in me threatening to turn sinister and force my fist into the suddenly weak looking exterior brick wall of my local alehouse. The result would have normally arsed me and changed my mood, but not this time. All focus was on a text that my Dad (my Hero) had sent to me from Arrowe Park Hospital informing me that the Doctors thought he had a tumour. It was later confirmed as bowel and liver cancer and our lives were turned upside down.

Since then there's been Chemotherapy of which finished on 25th April. Four months of hell entwined with Liverpool Football Club taking me and my Old Man on one f**king hell of a ride. It's been f**king mental. Smashing Everton, destroying Arsenal, Tottenham 4-0, United 3-0, that City match? Fucks, besides a 2-2 against Villa we won every single one of our f**king league games in that time!! Talk about a distraction from things! The ride this club has taken us on has provided such an amazing thing to be involved in during such a dark time. A thing for me and Dad to go to, to discuss, to celebrate and smile about.

Then came Chelsea last week, the best part of four months on since that horrible game in December and all of it's horrible f**king memories and two days on from my Dad having his last Chemotherapy session. We know what happened in the ninety and my Dad just walked out with his face dropped, he looked really down because of a Liverpool game for the first time in a long time and it took me back to that last Chelsea game. Anyhow, my Dad's scan had been booked for the 12th May and we knew that during the match and all of a sudden the Liverpool run and title challenge seemed like nothing on reflection.

On Wednesday my Dad got a phone call from the Hospital, they had brought the scan forward from the 12th. By the Thursday lunchtime we were sitting in the Cancer Centre at Clatterbridge Hospital waiting to see the Doctor to discuss the results of the scan my Dad had just had. Bad news I hear you think? It's what I was thinking. "Good news" said the Doctor before going into detail of how the chemo had been working wonders and where we go from now on. Me and my Dad just sort of looked at each other as he said it and then walked out smiling like Cheshire Cats. I'm nursing the two day hangover as I type.

For me there will always be two significant defeats this season and they have been dealt to us by Chelsea. If we win the league then it will be glorious, fantastic, amazing.

If not, f**k it! The club has taken me and my Dad on such an amazing journey during a period of time that was incredibly hard but made easier by the elation of the results we got within those four months.

No matter what happens between now and a week tomorrow the club made me happy this year and me and my Dad will be in the Camp and Furnace come May 11th getting absolutely fuckng wasted whilst celebrating a fantastic year for the club and something to be proud of.

At half time, Dad 1-0 Cancer and I couldn't be any prouder to be a Liverpool Supporter if I tried!

Without a shadow of a doubt the most emotive, honest and important post I think I've ever read on here WAHS.

Consider me and mine in you and your old man's corner.

Great news - stay strong.

Without a shadow of a doubt the most emotive, honest and important post I think I've ever read on here WAHS.

Praise from high indeed that. Cheers mate!

I'll remember it as the year that we actually arrived back as contenders. The year that we finally buried that huge threat of mediocrity that has threatened us during the last four years in which we have seen an historical change in club ownership, the return and exit of a King, old heroes walk out, new heroes arrive, legends retire and a Roy Hodgson.

But I'll remember it more for it being the year that these Brendan Rodgers visions and philosophies became oh so very clear and 'Brendan Rodgers, Liverpool Manager' arrived and put us back into Europe. In the same year that the Hillsborough Inquests got underway and that a monumentous and courageous fight for justice, by ordinary, working class people who refused to back down from the corrupt powers that be, became imminent, a quarter of a century on from when the tragedy occurred.

I'll be happy as f**king Larry if we win the league do not get me wrong and I will be the most annoying, drunken, shouting, piss taking b***ard any of my Toffee nosed mates have ever known. I assure you of that.

Promise it!

If we don't though, I'll be pissed off for about an hour. Tops. After that? Well you can refer back to the previous paragraph.

Liverpool can make me the happiest person in the world but I refuse to let it ruin my day anymore.

To put it in context, on December 29th last year we got beat by Chelsea 2-1. The way I felt after that game I'll never forget. I was in tears, my head spinning, heart pumping with the taste of lager in my mouth drying up and the drink in me threatening to turn sinister and force my fist into the suddenly weak looking exterior brick wall of my local alehouse. The result would have normally arsed me and changed my mood, but not this time. All focus was on a text that my Dad (my Hero) had sent to me from Arrowe Park Hospital informing me that the Doctors thought he had a tumour. It was later confirmed as bowel and liver cancer and our lives were turned upside down.

Since then there's been Chemotherapy of which finished on 25th April. Four months of hell entwined with Liverpool Football Club taking me and my Old Man on one f**king hell of a ride. It's been f**king mental. Smashing Everton, destroying Arsenal, Tottenham 4-0, United 3-0, that City match? Fucks, besides a 2-2 against Villa we won every single one of our f**king league games in that time!! Talk about a distraction from things! The ride this club has taken us on has provided such an amazing thing to be involved in during such a dark time. A thing for me and Dad to go to, to discuss, to celebrate and smile about.

Then came Chelsea last week, the best part of four months on since that horrible game in December and all of it's horrible f**king memories and two days on from my Dad having his last Chemotherapy session. We know what happened in the ninety and my Dad just walked out with his face dropped, he looked really down because of a Liverpool game for the first time in a long time and it took me back to that last Chelsea game. Anyhow, my Dad's scan had been booked for the 12th May and we knew that during the match and all of a sudden the Liverpool run and title challenge seemed like nothing on reflection.

On Wednesday my Dad got a phone call from the Hospital, they had brought the scan forward from the 12th. By the Thursday lunchtime we were sitting in the Cancer Centre at Clatterbridge Hospital waiting to see the Doctor to discuss the results of the scan my Dad had just had. Bad news I hear you think? It's what I was thinking. "Good news" said the Doctor before going into detail of how the chemo had been working wonders and where we go from now on. Me and my Dad just sort of looked at each other as he said it and then walked out smiling like Cheshire Cats. I'm nursing the two day hangover as I type.

For me there will always be two significant defeats this season and they have been dealt to us by Chelsea. If we win the league then it will be glorious, fantastic, amazing.

If not, f**k it! The club has taken me and my Dad on such an amazing journey during a period of time that was incredibly hard but made easier by the elation of the results we got within those four months.

No matter what happens between now and a week tomorrow the club made me happy this year and me and my Dad will be in the Camp and Furnace come May 11th getting absolutely fuckng wasted whilst celebrating a fantastic year for the club and something to be proud of.

At half time, Dad 1-0 Cancer and I couldn't be any prouder to be a Liverpool Supporter if I tried!

Made up for you and dad just goes to show in the darkest of times lfc still has the magic to pick you up, whatever this end of season brings your dad is the ultimate winner and that my friend is just about the best reason i can find to celebrate,  i lost my mate to cancer in march ,he was a massive liverpool fan so whatever happens come may 11th i will be having a beer for him looking up and telling him we are back. All my best to yer old man.

We can all be proud of how we've supported the Club, players and Manager this season. 

Unlike our shameful neighbours who are happy to throw in the towel whilst CL football is still a possibility just so they can taunt their rivals.  If they put half as much support into their team as they have hate for us, they'd might actually get some respect.

We can all be proud of how we've supported the Club, players and Manager this season. 

Unlike our shameful neighbours who are happy to throw in the towel whilst CL football is still a possibility just so they can taunt their rivals.  If they put half as much support into their team as they have hate for us, they'd might actually get some respect.

they are not called BITTERS for nothing.

Have to say CoutinhoRed, that is one of the greatest posts I've read on the forum, EVER! I needed to read that, been feeling like the remainder of the season is a little bit of a damp squid but that has just settled me. Exceptional how far we have came, when you think about it like you have. Top marks mate!

they are not called BITTERS for nothing.

So true mate.

I'll remember it as the year that we actually arrived back as contenders. The year that we finally buried that huge threat of mediocrity that has threatened us during the last four years in which we have seen an historical change in club ownership, the return and exit of a King, old heroes walk out, new heroes arrive, legends retire and a Roy Hodgson.

But I'll remember it more for it being the year that these Brendan Rodgers visions and philosophies became oh so very clear and 'Brendan Rodgers, Liverpool Manager' arrived and put us back into Europe. In the same year that the Hillsborough Inquests got underway and that a monumentous and courageous fight for justice, by ordinary, working class people who refused to back down from the corrupt powers that be, became imminent, a quarter of a century on from when the tragedy occurred.

I'll be happy as f**king Larry if we win the league do not get me wrong and I will be the most annoying, drunken, shouting, piss taking b***ard any of my Toffee nosed mates have ever known. I assure you of that.

Promise it!

If we don't though, I'll be pissed off for about an hour. Tops. After that? Well you can refer back to the previous paragraph.

Liverpool can make me the happiest person in the world but I refuse to let it ruin my day anymore.

To put it in context, on December 29th last year we got beat by Chelsea 2-1. The way I felt after that game I'll never forget. I was in tears, my head spinning, heart pumping with the taste of lager in my mouth drying up and the drink in me threatening to turn sinister and force my fist into the suddenly weak looking exterior brick wall of my local alehouse. The result would have normally arsed me and changed my mood, but not this time. All focus was on a text that my Dad (my Hero) had sent to me from Arrowe Park Hospital informing me that the Doctors thought he had a tumour. It was later confirmed as bowel and liver cancer and our lives were turned upside down.

Since then there's been Chemotherapy of which finished on 25th April. Four months of hell entwined with Liverpool Football Club taking me and my Old Man on one f**king hell of a ride. It's been f**king mental. Smashing Everton, destroying Arsenal, Tottenham 4-0, United 3-0, that City match? Fucks, besides a 2-2 against Villa we won every single one of our f**king league games in that time!! Talk about a distraction from things! The ride this club has taken us on has provided such an amazing thing to be involved in during such a dark time. A thing for me and Dad to go to, to discuss, to celebrate and smile about.

Then came Chelsea last week, the best part of four months on since that horrible game in December and all of it's horrible f**king memories and two days on from my Dad having his last Chemotherapy session. We know what happened in the ninety and my Dad just walked out with his face dropped, he looked really down because of a Liverpool game for the first time in a long time and it took me back to that last Chelsea game. Anyhow, my Dad's scan had been booked for the 12th May and we knew that during the match and all of a sudden the Liverpool run and title challenge seemed like nothing on reflection.

On Wednesday my Dad got a phone call from the Hospital, they had brought the scan forward from the 12th. By the Thursday lunchtime we were sitting in the Cancer Centre at Clatterbridge Hospital waiting to see the Doctor to discuss the results of the scan my Dad had just had. Bad news I hear you think? It's what I was thinking. "Good news" said the Doctor before going into detail of how the chemo had been working wonders and where we go from now on. Me and my Dad just sort of looked at each other as he said it and then walked out smiling like Cheshire Cats. I'm nursing the two day hangover as I type.

For me there will always be two significant defeats this season and they have been dealt to us by Chelsea. If we win the league then it will be glorious, fantastic, amazing.

If not, f**k it! The club has taken me and my Dad on such an amazing journey during a period of time that was incredibly hard but made easier by the elation of the results we got within those four months.

No matter what happens between now and a week tomorrow the club made me happy this year and me and my Dad will be in the Camp and Furnace come May 11th getting absolutely fuckng wasted whilst celebrating a fantastic year for the club and something to be proud of.

At half time, Dad 1-0 Cancer and I couldn't be any prouder to be a Liverpool Supporter if I tried!

F**k mate

I'm in bits but genuinely genuinely happy for you both.

Football is a passion we all share but if I was given the choice right now of us winning the league or your old man winning his fight then there is only one winner

And I'd be a happy man that your old man will be seeing  No25 in years to come

Quality post mate

I'll remember it as the year that we actually arrived back as contenders. The year that we finally buried that huge threat of mediocrity that has threatened us during the last four years in which we have seen an historical change in club ownership, the return and exit of a King, old heroes walk out, new heroes arrive, legends retire and a Roy Hodgson.

But I'll remember it more for it being the year that these Brendan Rodgers visions and philosophies became oh so very clear and 'Brendan Rodgers, Liverpool Manager' arrived and put us back into Europe. In the same year that the Hillsborough Inquests got underway and that a monumentous and courageous fight for justice, by ordinary, working class people who refused to back down from the corrupt powers that be, became imminent, a quarter of a century on from when the tragedy occurred.

I'll be happy as f**king Larry if we win the league do not get me wrong and I will be the most annoying, drunken, shouting, piss taking b***ard any of my Toffee nosed mates have ever known. I assure you of that.

Promise it!

If we don't though, I'll be pissed off for about an hour. Tops. After that? Well you can refer back to the previous paragraph.

Liverpool can make me the happiest person in the world but I refuse to let it ruin my day anymore.

To put it in context, on December 29th last year we got beat by Chelsea 2-1. The way I felt after that game I'll never forget. I was in tears, my head spinning, heart pumping with the taste of lager in my mouth drying up and the drink in me threatening to turn sinister and force my fist into the suddenly weak looking exterior brick wall of my local alehouse. The result would have normally arsed me and changed my mood, but not this time. All focus was on a text that my Dad (my Hero) had sent to me from Arrowe Park Hospital informing me that the Doctors thought he had a tumour. It was later confirmed as bowel and liver cancer and our lives were turned upside down.

Since then there's been Chemotherapy of which finished on 25th April. Four months of hell entwined with Liverpool Football Club taking me and my Old Man on one f**king hell of a ride. It's been f**king mental. Smashing Everton, destroying Arsenal, Tottenham 4-0, United 3-0, that City match? Fucks, besides a 2-2 against Villa we won every single one of our f**king league games in that time!! Talk about a distraction from things! The ride this club has taken us on has provided such an amazing thing to be involved in during such a dark time. A thing for me and Dad to go to, to discuss, to celebrate and smile about.

Then came Chelsea last week, the best part of four months on since that horrible game in December and all of it's horrible f**king memories and two days on from my Dad having his last Chemotherapy session. We know what happened in the ninety and my Dad just walked out with his face dropped, he looked really down because of a Liverpool game for the first time in a long time and it took me back to that last Chelsea game. Anyhow, my Dad's scan had been booked for the 12th May and we knew that during the match and all of a sudden the Liverpool run and title challenge seemed like nothing on reflection.

On Wednesday my Dad got a phone call from the Hospital, they had brought the scan forward from the 12th. By the Thursday lunchtime we were sitting in the Cancer Centre at Clatterbridge Hospital waiting to see the Doctor to discuss the results of the scan my Dad had just had. Bad news I hear you think? It's what I was thinking. "Good news" said the Doctor before going into detail of how the chemo had been working wonders and where we go from now on. Me and my Dad just sort of looked at each other as he said it and then walked out smiling like Cheshire Cats. I'm nursing the two day hangover as I type.

For me there will always be two significant defeats this season and they have been dealt to us by Chelsea. If we win the league then it will be glorious, fantastic, amazing.

If not, f**k it! The club has taken me and my Dad on such an amazing journey during a period of time that was incredibly hard but made easier by the elation of the results we got within those four months.

No matter what happens between now and a week tomorrow the club made me happy this year and me and my Dad will be in the Camp and Furnace come May 11th getting absolutely fuckng wasted whilst celebrating a fantastic year for the club and something to be proud of.

At half time, Dad 1-0 Cancer and I couldn't be any prouder to be a Liverpool Supporter if I tried!

Made up for you and your Dad mate. I unfortunately lost my old chap on 25th April following heart by pass surgery followed by a lung infection he was unable to overcome. Came as a big shock, as he seemed to be making good progress before the infection took hold. It sort of puts a different light on life, and some things become a little less important all of a sudden. Thing is, life has to go on, and it would be brilliant if this were to be the year we won it.
 Would help to ease my pain a bit, and help to bring a bit of sunshine back, earlier than expected. It's times like these that you need something else to focus on occasionally, and my focus has been Liverpool F.C.
Win it or not, It's still been a great season, and a year i'll never forget for different reasons.

This is the thing,you get so emotional at football. Some people think you're daft but quite often there's a story behind it. My Dad died suddenly of a heart attack a couple of years ago he was only 53. We'd been to Anfield countless times together over the years,we played Stoke in an FA Cup match not long after. I went to the game and don't know how I kept it together during YNWA.
I'm desperate for us to win it,thinking back to eighties when I first started going and have been thinking about him all the time during this run in. My heart goes out to anyone who is suffering or has family illnesses/problems but isn't it great to think the LFC can help you through a situation.

It's in threads like these that my sig is very appropriate.

Amazing thread.
I think this thread alone proves LFC is not just another normal business orientated money making club, we are a family.

YNWA to all.

Kwalitee thread with some top notch posts. 

Come the 11th I'll be as happy as I am now unless we win the league and then I'll be a gibbering wreck, anyone who complains if we don't win the league needs either a reality check or a kick up the ass.

This is probably the best thread on the forum.

Everyone has said some great things that make this a club that brings together all from around the world to be family.

I am not an old timer fan of the club, as I have been supporting them for 8 years, but I am very proud to see what we have accomplished this season. Amazing and would not have dreamt of it at the beginning of the season. I have been lucky enough to see Liverpool play in Boston 2 years ago. The day of the game, I was told my Grandma had passed away. When all the stadium filled with Liverpool fans sang YNWA, I knew I was not alone and had a "family" standing by me through the hard time. I could not finish singing as I was overcome by the emotion of it all.

I am truly a very proud Liverpool supporter and feel like they chose me, I did not chose them.

You'll Never Walk Alone in all you do.

Kwalitee thread with some top notch posts. 

Come the 11th I'll be as happy as I am now unless we win the league and then I'll be a gibbering wreck, anyone who complains if we don't win the league needs either a reality check or a kick up the ass.

Quite right. We have already over achieved but I wouldn't bet against us being even prouder a week today.

Quite right. We have already over achieved but I wouldn't bet against us being even prouder a week today.

Its definitely NOT OVER YET.

Its definitely NOT OVER YET.

OKAY

when was the last time we went into the last game of the season with a chance of winning the league I cant remember and if we do get to that then what a season we have had regardless of whether we win it or not

This has been fantastic season, no matter how it ends.

Foundation for our domination has been laid.

I'll remember it as the year that we actually arrived back as contenders. The year that we finally buried that huge threat of mediocrity that has threatened us during the last four years in which we have seen an historical change in club ownership, the return and exit of a King, old heroes walk out, new heroes arrive, legends retire and a Roy Hodgson.

But I'll remember it more for it being the year that these Brendan Rodgers visions and philosophies became oh so very clear and 'Brendan Rodgers, Liverpool Manager' arrived and put us back into Europe. In the same year that the Hillsborough Inquests got underway and that a monumentous and courageous fight for justice, by ordinary, working class people who refused to back down from the corrupt powers that be, became imminent, a quarter of a century on from when the tragedy occurred.

I'll be happy as f**king Larry if we win the league do not get me wrong and I will be the most annoying, drunken, shouting, piss taking b***ard any of my Toffee nosed mates have ever known. I assure you of that.

Promise it!

If we don't though, I'll be pissed off for about an hour. Tops. After that? Well you can refer back to the previous paragraph.

Liverpool can make me the happiest person in the world but I refuse to let it ruin my day anymore.

To put it in context, on December 29th last year we got beat by Chelsea 2-1. The way I felt after that game I'll never forget. I was in tears, my head spinning, heart pumping with the taste of lager in my mouth drying up and the drink in me threatening to turn sinister and force my fist into the suddenly weak looking exterior brick wall of my local alehouse. The result would have normally arsed me and changed my mood, but not this time. All focus was on a text that my Dad (my Hero) had sent to me from Arrowe Park Hospital informing me that the Doctors thought he had a tumour. It was later confirmed as bowel and liver cancer and our lives were turned upside down.

Since then there's been Chemotherapy of which finished on 25th April. Four months of hell entwined with Liverpool Football Club taking me and my Old Man on one f**king hell of a ride. It's been f**king mental. Smashing Everton, destroying Arsenal, Tottenham 4-0, United 3-0, that City match? Fucks, besides a 2-2 against Villa we won every single one of our f**king league games in that time!! Talk about a distraction from things! The ride this club has taken us on has provided such an amazing thing to be involved in during such a dark time. A thing for me and Dad to go to, to discuss, to celebrate and smile about.

Then came Chelsea last week, the best part of four months on since that horrible game in December and all of it's horrible f**king memories and two days on from my Dad having his last Chemotherapy session. We know what happened in the ninety and my Dad just walked out with his face dropped, he looked really down because of a Liverpool game for the first time in a long time and it took me back to that last Chelsea game. Anyhow, my Dad's scan had been booked for the 12th May and we knew that during the match and all of a sudden the Liverpool run and title challenge seemed like nothing on reflection.

On Wednesday my Dad got a phone call from the Hospital, they had brought the scan forward from the 12th. By the Thursday lunchtime we were sitting in the Cancer Centre at Clatterbridge Hospital waiting to see the Doctor to discuss the results of the scan my Dad had just had. Bad news I hear you think? It's what I was thinking. "Good news" said the Doctor before going into detail of how the chemo had been working wonders and where we go from now on. Me and my Dad just sort of looked at each other as he said it and then walked out smiling like Cheshire Cats. I'm nursing the two day hangover as I type.

For me there will always be two significant defeats this season and they have been dealt to us by Chelsea. If we win the league then it will be glorious, fantastic, amazing.

If not, f**k it! The club has taken me and my Dad on such an amazing journey during a period of time that was incredibly hard but made easier by the elation of the results we got within those four months.

No matter what happens between now and a week tomorrow the club made me happy this year and me and my Dad will be in the Camp and Furnace come May 11th getting absolutely fuckng wasted whilst celebrating a fantastic year for the club and something to be proud of.

At half time, Dad 1-0 Cancer and I couldn't be any prouder to be a Liverpool Supporter if I tried!

This is the reason i always read through the topic posts before posting myself. The reason being that sometimes there is a post among all the others that stands out from the rest and this is one of those posts. Unbeatable.

All the best to your dad WAHS and wish him well from me and my family. Make sure you do please.

P.S. Thoughts go out to GERNS and his family too. All in it together. YNWA.

This is the reason i always read through the topic posts before posting myself. The reason being that sometimes there is a post among all the others that stands out from the rest and this is one of those posts. Unbeatable.

All the best to your dad WAHS and wish him well from me and my family. Make sure you do please.

P.S. Thoughts go out to GERNS and his family too. All in it together. YNWA.

Will do kid and thank you.

 

I'll remember it as the year that we actually arrived back as contenders. The year that we finally buried that huge threat of mediocrity that has threatened us during the last four years in which we have seen an historical change in club ownership, the return and exit of a King, old heroes walk out, new heroes arrive, legends retire and a Roy Hodgson.

But I'll remember it more for it being the year that these Brendan Rodgers visions and philosophies became oh so very clear and 'Brendan Rodgers, Liverpool Manager' arrived and put us back into Europe. In the same year that the Hillsborough Inquests got underway and that a monumentous and courageous fight for justice, by ordinary, working class people who refused to back down from the corrupt powers that be, became imminent, a quarter of a century on from when the tragedy occurred.

I'll be happy as f**king Larry if we win the league do not get me wrong and I will be the most annoying, drunken, shouting, piss taking b***ard any of my Toffee nosed mates have ever known. I assure you of that.

Promise it!

If we don't though, I'll be pissed off for about an hour. Tops. After that? Well you can refer back to the previous paragraph.

Liverpool can make me the happiest person in the world but I refuse to let it ruin my day anymore.

To put it in context, on December 29th last year we got beat by Chelsea 2-1. The way I felt after that game I'll never forget. I was in tears, my head spinning, heart pumping with the taste of lager in my mouth drying up and the drink in me threatening to turn sinister and force my fist into the suddenly weak looking exterior brick wall of my local alehouse. The result would have normally arsed me and changed my mood, but not this time. All focus was on a text that my Dad (my Hero) had sent to me from Arrowe Park Hospital informing me that the Doctors thought he had a tumour. It was later confirmed as bowel and liver cancer and our lives were turned upside down.

Since then there's been Chemotherapy of which finished on 25th April. Four months of hell entwined with Liverpool Football Club taking me and my Old Man on one f**king hell of a ride. It's been f**king mental. Smashing Everton, destroying Arsenal, Tottenham 4-0, United 3-0, that City match? Fucks, besides a 2-2 against Villa we won every single one of our f**king league games in that time!! Talk about a distraction from things! The ride this club has taken us on has provided such an amazing thing to be involved in during such a dark time. A thing for me and Dad to go to, to discuss, to celebrate and smile about.

Then came Chelsea last week, the best part of four months on since that horrible game in December and all of it's horrible f**king memories and two days on from my Dad having his last Chemotherapy session. We know what happened in the ninety and my Dad just walked out with his face dropped, he looked really down because of a Liverpool game for the first time in a long time and it took me back to that last Chelsea game. Anyhow, my Dad's scan had been booked for the 12th May and we knew that during the match and all of a sudden the Liverpool run and title challenge seemed like nothing on reflection.

On Wednesday my Dad got a phone call from the Hospital, they had brought the scan forward from the 12th. By the Thursday lunchtime we were sitting in the Cancer Centre at Clatterbridge Hospital waiting to see the Doctor to discuss the results of the scan my Dad had just had. Bad news I hear you think? It's what I was thinking. "Good news" said the Doctor before going into detail of how the chemo had been working wonders and where we go from now on. Me and my Dad just sort of looked at each other as he said it and then walked out smiling like Cheshire Cats. I'm nursing the two day hangover as I type.

For me there will always be two significant defeats this season and they have been dealt to us by Chelsea. If we win the league then it will be glorious, fantastic, amazing.

If not, f**k it! The club has taken me and my Dad on such an amazing journey during a period of time that was incredibly hard but made easier by the elation of the results we got within those four months.

No matter what happens between now and a week tomorrow the club made me happy this year and me and my Dad will be in the Camp and Furnace come May 11th getting absolutely fuckng wasted whilst celebrating a fantastic year for the club and something to be proud of.

At half time, Dad 1-0 Cancer and I couldn't be any prouder to be a Liverpool Supporter if I tried!

Great post!! you remind me my story back in 2007. Since I am from Greece, I was extremely delighted that Liverpool was coming to Athens for the ChL final. I had lost my father on the 20th of February, the day before our 1-2 win in Barcelona (at the round of 16). he was also a Liverpool supporter and I was somehow gutted when I saw that the team was coming to Athens, because I did not have him with me to celebrate this event. So on one hand I was extremely delighted that I was about to see Liverpool play in a Final in Athens, but on the other hand I was feeling depressed that I was not going to share this memory with my dad.

So sometimes football is full of mixing emotions. I hope that on the 11th of May there is going to be another special emotion for us!

This is the thread to be, right now!!

With half the world loathing our success and rejoicing our defeat, its a clear indication of us rising back to the top again. I couldn't be more proud of our boys, and Suarez's dedication was very very obvious. The plastics & shitty have invested money & wages. Our players have invested their heart and soul for our club, all we need to do now is to find 4-5 similar players who are gonna wear the shirt with utter pride and commitment

I'm sure Peters has a job to do now but like Thomas Wayne tells Master Bruce, Why do we fall?

Onwards & Upwards! YNWA!!

We Go Again 

At least we have taken it to the last day...not a bad effort coming from 7th isn't it?

Very proud.
What a season
Just want to finish above the Chavs.
The end of the season can't come soon enough for me.
So battered and heart broken.

Amazing thread.
I think this thread alone proves LFC is not just another normal business orientated money making club, we are a family.

YNWA to all.

completely agree.  This is The BEST FOOTY CLUB IN THE WORLD!

This is probably the best thread on the forum.

Everyone has said some great things that make this a club that brings together all from around the world to be family.

I am not an old timer fan of the club, as I have been supporting them for 8 years, but I am very proud to see what we have accomplished this season. Amazing and would not have dreamt of it at the beginning of the season. I have been lucky enough to see Liverpool play in Boston 2 years ago. The day of the game, I was told my Grandma had passed away. When all the stadium filled with Liverpool fans sang YNWA, I knew I was not alone and had a "family" standing by me through the hard time. I could not finish singing as I was overcome by the emotion of it all.

I am truly a very proud Liverpool supporter and feel like they chose me, I did not chose them.

You'll Never Walk Alone in all you do.

I love all that!

We are the best club in the world. You will all learn! (not supporters on here, football clubs I mean)