After finishing a nice plate of
Scouse, I asked Thud how Liverpool (the football club) were doing in their match against Tottenham Hotspur. (It is a tradition of my English family to have Scouse on Saturday and then watch the footy results.) "Well, you can find out for yourself," Thud said, "Come on." What? Yes, Thud was taking me to the match. A quick drive into Liverpool, Anfield to be exact, and I found myself on the most hallowed of grounds: the LFC stadium. (Seating capacity 44,741 + one Vinogirl.)
Not without some major bother, my sister in law, Mrs Thud, had managed to procure a couple of tickets to this evening's match. What a surprise! I was in a bit of a state of shock, walking through the streets of Liverpool, past La Serenissma's recently demolished grammar school (very sad), until I finally parked my bum in my seat and realised I was actually at the game.
And a great game it was. The end result may have been a 1-1 draw, but it was a very entertaining match. From the rousing rendition at the outset of 'You'll Never Walk Alone' to the standing ovation at the conclusion of the match that the Liverpool squad received from The Kop, and every other person that
bleeds Liverpool Red in the audience, I was enthralled by the whole experience. And then I sneaked down to the pitch and took this photograph from the corner. Goal!
