Today it is me, the one who once made you proud and happy. Today it is me, the one who taught you to always hold your head up high. Today it is me,you channeled your passion and made you see beyond the boundaries of religion, race, and countries.
Today, I am falling. My trusted servants have been bruised, and their confidence lies in tatters. Today I see my faithfuls pointing fingers at each other. Today, I see them abusing my most loyal supporter, the Spaniard who restored me to the height where i was a decade ago.
Yes, today I have fallen on my knees.Yet,it is not the bruised knees that hurt me.It is the sight that my trusted followers,my children of the yore and the fore doubt my abilities.
All I want to say is: Today is just a day...tomorrow will come...at the end of the storm,is a golden sky and the sweet silver song of the lark.
Remember Istanbul? It took me just 10 minutes to restore back the pride that had been severed in the entire decade?
Remember Olympiakos? It was me who didn't let the greatest captain wake up in the European Cup.
Remember the five we scored when we munched on the toffees in the oldest English cup?
Remember the spice boys?
Remember the glory ?
Remember the greatest nights of Europe?
It was all me.
From Liverpool Football Club