
Alright, my name's Liam, I'm 17 and follow Liverpool FC, home and away. I live with my mum in West Derby, Liverpool. I work in my local shop, dropped out of school and college just like all my mates and pretty much every lad on my estate. I'm going to be writing about my story of following Liverpool throughout one or two seasons.
"What do we want?!".. "YANKS OUT!".. "When do we want it?!"... "NOW!" Were the chants being heard during every SOS rally, as i'm sure you know, our two owners Hicks and Gillett have plunged debts and lies on to in my opinion, the greatest club on earth. Spirit of Shankly have been doing all they can to ensure the sale of Liverpool Football Club or their main aim, supporter ownership of the club.

July 2010, approaching pre-season..
It was 12:010am, saturday morning and I was led in bed, I had just woken up, clearing my eyes out when my phone went off. I picked it up, looked at the screen and read the name, "Matty", my best mate. I accepted the call..
"Alright mate." I answered.
"Eh lad, lad! Have you heard?! ******* **** lad, can't believe it mate!" he was literally shouting down the phone.
"What are you talking about, Matty?" I was still half asleep.
"We've been taken over Liam!, some Arab fellas or something, I dunno' like, but they're billionaires mate!"
It was 12:010am, saturday morning and I was led in bed, I had just woken up, clearing my eyes out when my phone went off. I picked it up, looked at the screen and read the name, "Matty", my best mate. I accepted the call..
"Alright mate." I answered.
"Eh lad, lad! Have you heard?! ******* **** lad, can't believe it mate!" he was literally shouting down the phone.
"What are you talking about, Matty?" I was still half asleep.
"We've been taken over Liam!, some Arab fellas or something, I dunno' like, but they're billionaires mate!"
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