Punched by a Liverpool Fan and Other Great Memories
As football fans I consider us to be a blessed bunch.
Blessed to experience an emotional onslaught for ninety minutes that will elevate us to ridiculous highs one second then punch us in the stomach the next. Sometimes magical, sometimes shit, but always life affirming, always passionate.
Blessed to be able to converse like old friends with complete strangers based upon a shared allegiance. Bonded by the Liverbird and eleven lads decked out in red come Saturday. A global family …
