I have over the past few weeks found an odd sensation during games I think it started at Chelsea. When the first goal went in I found an invisible force propel me from my chair and a strange noise came out of my mouth. It continued later at the Ethiad this time when I was ejected from my seat all sorts of expletives were used and last night once again I found myself out of my chair inches in front of the TV screen swearing and screaming 6 times.....its good to be a Liverpool supporter once more.
Have the same problem. Had phoned the Doctors on numerous occasions BK (Before Klopp) and he put me on uppers just to get through the day. Lowest point of suicidal depression was against the Bitters a few months seeing the score 1-1 in the corner of the LFCREDS screen wanting it to change to them getting the second goal so I could end it all. How desperate as a Red since '62 is that.
An hour later a news flash.
It had happened.
I went screaming through the house shouting
"Hes Gone. !"
"Theyve sacked him ! ."
"Theyve f**king done it !" with a haze of euphoria suddenly surrounding me ... having not touched any funny stuff for years.
The next two weeks were hell.
I wanted to get my recovery underway and knew that a German drug was needed.
I had talked about it hoping against hope that I could get it on prescription.
After days of waiting ....crawling walls .....the news came through.
I was going to do this thing !
I never thought the drug would work like it has.
4-1 6-1 3-1 crazytown scores and places it has taken my head.
I do the same Walt.
Jumping round rooms. Punching the air. Screaming at the top of my voice . Terrifying anyone within yards of me.
My family have been so supportive.
I have my life back.
I have been part of the Red family for many years since the old Second Division.
Life is sweet.
Living in the real world again. Its Boss tha.
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