On Wednesday night, the Stadio Sadio Olympico played host to one of the greatest nights and atmospheres in Liverpool Football Club’s history. You’ve heard plenty about Inter in ’65, Rome in ’84, and Chelsea in ’05, but this time it was a new generation providing the buzz and experiencing what they had only ever dreamed was possible. Can Liverpool go all the way? Liverpool to win the Champions League is currently 11/10 with RedsBet.
After Sadio Mané had broken the line of security and photographers to celebrate with the away end, his team-mates following shortly behind, squad and supporters were united in a truly communal moment of rapturous ecstasy. While the players clapped and bounced around they’ll have looked up and noticed that the majority of faces beaming back at them belonged to young men and women somewhere between 16 and 28.
Trent Alexander-Arnold’s re-emergence from the dressing room, mobile phone in hand, to dance and shout some more was a simultaneously joyous and poignant moment. There’s a lad of 19, from West Derby, about to play in a European Cup final, living the moment with 5,000 individuals just like him. Loads of them young. Loads of them experiencing this for the first time. Loads of them living the dream.
People of this younger generation are obviously aware of Liverpool’s history, are proud of it, and know that if it weren’t for what came before, what we are all experiencing together now would not be possible.
But it’s true that the tales of years gone by can become stale. There’s only so many times your uncle can tell you about David fucking Fairclough scoring against St. Etienne before it all becomes a bit boring.
Which is why it’s so important that we’re now creating our own stories. Our own memories. Our own moments in time which we’ll all look back on as some of the most cherished of our existences on this Earth.
I simply can’t wait to bore the life out of human beings who haven’t been born yet by telling them about Andy Robertson throwing Alessandro Florenzi to the floor. I can’t wait to waffle on and on at them about Gini Wijnaldum’s first away goal coming in a Champions league semi-final. But most of all, I can’t wait to ramble about the wonderful time I had with my mates in Italy following the football team we adore.
And it won’t just be supporters cherishing the days and nights we’re living right now.
Mohamed Salah is currently the world’s greatest footballer. When the time comes, the trinkets and accolades he’ll have earned will be enough to fuel an autobiography longer than War and Peace. But at the end of his career, the end of his life, he’ll look back on the same things that I will.
He’ll remember scoring the goals. I’ll remember singing the songs. He’ll remember bouncing on the running track looking up at us. I’ll remember bouncing in the aisles looking down at them. He’ll remember this European Cup run. I’ll remember this European Cup run.
Sure, it’ll be from a different perspective, but it’ll be the same emotion. The same jubilation. The same pride. The same thrill.
This a gang of players that gets what it all means. And it’s a group of supporters that loves them to death.
Yeah, technically they got beat on the night. But, truth be told, a 4-2 defeat is probably the perfect catalyst for the scenes which followed. They might try our patience, they might make us sweat, but my word, do they put on a show.
It is an absolute privilege to support this insane, wild, wonderful football club.
So, for the next few weeks, enjoy the feeling. Absorb it. Revel in it. Cherish the memories of what’s already come.
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