LETS MAKE IT MESSI FOR THE MANCS
It's my birthday and I'm in Florida. Being of Huyton/Toxteth origin I tend to appreciate these small luxuries in life. My roommate bought me the Beatles "White Album" probably because of the first track "They say it's your Birthday" and my Liverpool connection. But I had a different slant on the rest of the tracks. (I don't want to talk about Spurs, it'll ruin my birthday.) Don't get me wrong, I do have a fine musical pedigree, starting with the likes of "Joy Division" to groups like "Interpol" etc. But "The White Album" brought back some pride into my culture, reminding me that I wouldn't come from any other city in the world.
You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yeah
Yes we're going to a party party
Oh, by the way, I'm "Red Writer," big mates with "Red Artist," who I believe you are all familiar with. I wrote "The Limestreet Massacre"also a short story named "Red Gladiators," which was published as a part of a collection of pieces toward a book named "Tales from the traveling Kop" dedicated to the Hillsborough fund. "Gladiators" (see attachment if you want to read) was a version of my exploits in Rome '77' (I hitch hiked to both Rome and Paris for the '81' final) and about to publish a novel named "Murderous Thoughts about my Hairdresser," which starts off in Liverpool and ends up in Florida (sound familiar) and the Florida paper wants to do a piece about their local scouser, ha!
Anyway, the best birthday present I received, albeit early was the goal by Messi in the Champions League final, it might as well be scored by a scouser. Speaking of birthdays there is a rumor (supposedly started by my mother) that the first words out of my mouth as a child were not "Mummy," or "Daddy," but "I HATE MANCS." Like I say, it's just a rumor , but who can tell?
Which brings us back to "The White Album".
I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you
Now helter skelter helter skelter
Yea Ooh!
LFC
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry (Ferguson)
Let's get the pride back in our city and above all our team. The last time I went to the Kop it was, I'm afraid to say, dismal. Allright, during the standing days there was a chance someone would piss on your back because there was no way he was going to make it to the toilet. But we were one!!! And as they say, "The Twelfth Man." The greatest supporters that ever lived. I have been in Belgium and heard Anderlecht supporters singing "You'll Never Walk Alone." Outrageous but marvelous.
Critics say we need another striker, a midfielder; I say we need an Arab; a rich one. He can play anywhere, the septics aren't doing us any good. In the mean time we can do our bit by making every game a final, let the twelfth man do his bit. I mean this to be a rallying call in the true spirit of Henry V at Agincore. Let's roar and make the lads on the pitch in our beloved red shirts proud of us.
We will never walk alone.
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