Monday, March 23, 2009

this is anfield.


I don't recall a time where I'd felt more at home wearing a Liverpool jersey before. Everyone who wore it that day weren't just supporters - we were family. Strangers similarly clad in red would smile at us or give us a thumbs up, all the way from Euston station to the city of Liverpool itself. They knew we'd travelled far to support their team.

Liverpool is a really charming old town, with a decidedly small city centre surrounded by vast expanses of fields dotted with rickety old houses. The city centre itself is pretty happening, boasting more tantalising clothes stores than High Street Kensington. I even suggested to Mel that we come back someday just to shop. We did lunch at Macs, somehow ploughing through the thick Scouser accent with a few intelligent guesses.

Anfield was a 45min walk away from the city centre, and looked to be pretty worn down itself. Not that it was really noticeable that day as hoardes of fans were there to liven the place up, but I imagine it must look realllyy sad on non-match days. You'd think that someone would be out to capitalise on the regular stream of human traffic to the stadium, but no; the stalls and pubs that surround Anfield are as humble as you can get. We got dinner from this Chinese shop which sold sausage and chips for two pounds.

As for the match itself, there really isn't anything much left to say about it that hasn't already been said in match reports all over. Liverpool 5 Aston Villa 0. Probably the biggest margin so far for us this season, and we were there to witness it. The atmosphere was of course incredible, with all the same chants that you hear on TV, only a million decibels louder.

In an alternate reality, we'd probably have been at home, watching the match live on SCV or at the kopitiam downstairs, with all its bookies and uncles smoking and drinking and yelling "hohseh lah." And I'd probably be watching it with my dad, while sharing a plate of cai tow kway.

But we weren't! We were right there, savouring the victory with the Kop itself.



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