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Today I get to spend one last time at the match with, Kenny aside, my all time favourite Liverpool player. A player who is not only one of this football clubs all time greats. Not just one the PL all time greats. But one of ANY era of footballs all time greats. And an even better human being to boot.

I grew up on tales of Billy Liddels goal scoring exploits. Roger Hunts and Ian St. Johns. Keegan and Toshack formed my early childhood. Kenny and Rushie my introduction to greatness before my very eyes when I started being taken the match. The unprecedented genius of youth with Fowler and Owen. Fernando Torres being unmatched in World football those first few years. Luis Suarez. All Liverpudlian legends. All time football greats. This is the company he keeps. The rare air he breathes. The standard he set.

But NONE of them are in the same league as our Egyptian King.

From 2017 through to this very Sunday– our lives have been, in many ways, defined by Mohammed Salah and by 257 goals and 119 assists from him, through 441 games for LFC, to date.

But here’s the thing to remember about Salah. He wasn’t a centre-forward. He’s positionally more comparable to Steve Heighway and Steve McManaman than Dalglish and Rush.

From his very first game and goals his debut at Watford, we remember the not only shear speed. But then the calm, composed finish that also became his trademark. That ability to just put the ball where the goalkeeper couldn't get to.

His play magical; miraculous. So unbelievable that teams at first doubled up defenders, then trebled, then entire back fours would be charged with dealing with him. Defenders had to resort to tangling their arms around him to try to stop his feet finding the killer pass, the killer goal. I’ve honestly never seen a player in my 5 decades going the match get blatantly fouled and kicked from pillar to post, without so much as a glance from the ref, let alone a free kick, as Mo. Always battling through it and accepting it was just what it was toward him. And if he did go down, he was madly accused of diving. In Liverpool's finest moments, whole teams would be obsessed with stopping him that much, we would exploit the wide open spaces they would leave on the other side. He drew them on. He knew what he was doing. And we all won everything.

In what was rapidly becoming one of our all time great sides, he was becoming Liverpool's best player. The man the opposition most need to worry about. The man we most adored.

And as that pace waned, he modified his game. Salah has moulded and adapted himself and his identity in front of our very eyes for years now. He has learnt the art of displacing defenders without blistering pace. He quietly added assists to his game and found a way to enjoy them almost as much as goals.

But as much as all the wondrous memories he’s left for a life time on the pitch, I’ll remember him for much more than that. In every way, who and what he is off the pitch is even more important to Liverpool. The club and City.

In an age where the far-right can rock up at St. Georges Hall and receive support from elements of the Liverpool public, before they are driven back under their rocks, remembering who and what Salah is and was to the city is critical.

In a world where difference increasingly equals threat, Salah has been a gift to everyone who affiliates themselves with this football club.

He's a man riven with identities. He makes clear the depth and humility of his faith on the pitch. You hope that he knows what an impact he has had on our community. An Egyptian. An Arab. A Muslim. A proud Muslim. Prayer on the pitch. Leadership we need in these woeful, hateful times. He has been forthright about how he uses his body. How he thinks women should be treated. About celebrating Christmas. A man who immersed himself so much into our culture , so steeped in the existence of Liverpool Football Club, that he shapes what it means for all of us to be a red. You hope he knows how much we have loved to see his family grow up with us, two girls with Scouse accents to permanently remind him of his second home. A place that accepted him with open arms, when the rest of the Country laughed. That willed him to realise his GOAT potential. That will forever class him as one of our own no matter what his future holds. I love that when he scores a goal, celebrates, shows his faith and humility ….. He then turns and has one last look - get on me lads. Get on ME!!!!! So bullishly arrogant. Yet equally humble with it to know it’s not all about him. SO Liverpudlian. SO one of us.

He made faith and family cool. He made being Muslim cool. He reminded us about what is truly important in life.

Along with being in the shadow of Diogo Jota’s tragic passing, 2025-26 will be remembered for Salah’s ending.

One last day out with one of my all time favourite Liverpudlians.
 
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Scouseinthehouse said:
Spoken like an unempathetic, internet troll.

Well done you.
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Not really as I’ve been through pretty much a similar tragedy with a team mate. Yes while sad and tragic and can understand it totally effecting the players to an extent. But the way it’s always being pushed out as the first reason for you lot having a **** poor season by your standards by players and some pundits sorry I think it’s poor form. Why couldn’t you guys use it as fuel to go out and do something special for Jota. Think more nerds looking into Slott and the recruitment than Jota death imo.
 
Scouseinthehouse said:
Today I get to spend one last time at the match with, Kenny aside, my all time favourite Liverpool player. A player who is not only one of this football clubs all time greats. Not just one the PL all time greats. But one of ANY era of footballs all time greats. And an even better human being to boot.

I grew up on tales of Billy Liddels goal scoring exploits. Roger Hunts and Ian St. Johns. Keegan and Toshack formed my early childhood. Kenny and Rushie my introduction to greatness before my very eyes when I started being taken the match. The unprecedented genius of youth with Fowler and Owen. Fernando Torres being unmatched in World football those first few years. Luis Suarez. All Liverpudlian legends. All time football greats. This is the company he keeps. The rare air he breathes. The standard he set.

But NONE of them are in the same league as our Egyptian King.

From 2017 through to this very Sunday– our lives have been, in many ways, defined by Mohammed Salah and by 257 goals and 119 assists from him, through 441 games for LFC, to date.

But here’s the thing to remember about Salah. He wasn’t a centre-forward. He’s positionally more comparable to Steve Heighway and Steve McManaman than Dalglish and Rush.

From his very first game and goals his debut at Watford, we remember the not only shear speed. But then the calm, composed finish that also became his trademark. That ability to just put the ball where the goalkeeper couldn't get to.

His play magical; miraculous. So unbelievable that teams at first doubled up defenders, then trebled, then entire back fours would be charged with dealing with him. Defenders had to resort to tangling their arms around him to try to stop his feet finding the killer pass, the killer goal. I’ve honestly never seen a player in my 5 decades going the match get blatantly fouled and kicked from pillar to post, without so much as a glance from the ref, let alone a free kick, as Mo. Always battling through it and accepting it was just what it was toward him. And if he did go down, he was madly accused of diving. In Liverpool's finest moments, whole teams would be obsessed with stopping him that much, we would exploit the wide open spaces they would leave on the other side. He drew them on. He knew what he was doing. And we all won everything.

In what was rapidly becoming one of our all time great sides, he was becoming Liverpool's best player. The man the opposition most need to worry about. The man we most adored.

And as that pace waned, he modified his game. Salah has moulded and adapted himself and his identity in front of our very eyes for years now. He has learnt the art of displacing defenders without blistering pace. He quietly added assists to his game and found a way to enjoy them almost as much as goals.

But as much as all the wondrous memories he’s left for a life time on the pitch, I’ll remember him for much more than that. In every way, who and what he is off the pitch is even more important to Liverpool. The club and City.

In an age where the far-right can rock up at St. Georges Hall and receive support from elements of the Liverpool public, before they are driven back under their rocks, remembering who and what Salah is and was to the city is critical.

In a world where difference increasingly equals threat, Salah has been a gift to everyone who affiliates themselves with this football club.

He's a man riven with identities. He makes clear the depth and humility of his faith on the pitch. You hope that he knows what an impact he has had on our community. An Egyptian. An Arab. A Muslim. A proud Muslim. Prayer on the pitch. Leadership we need in these woeful, hateful times. He has been forthright about how he uses his body. How he thinks women should be treated. About celebrating Christmas. A man who immersed himself so much into our culture , so steeped in the existence of Liverpool Football Club, that he shapes what it means for all of us to be a red. You hope he knows how much we have loved to see his family grow up with us, two girls with Scouse accents to permanently remind him of his second home. A place that accepted him with open arms, when the rest of the Country laughed. That willed him to realise his GOAT potential. That will forever class him as one of our own no matter what his future holds. I love that when he scores a goal, celebrates, shows his faith and humility ….. He then turns and has one last look - get on me lads. Get on ME!!!!! So bullishly arrogant. Yet equally humble with it to know it’s not all about him. SO Liverpudlian. SO one of us.

He made faith and family cool. He made being Muslim cool. He reminded us about what is truly important in life.

Along with being in the shadow of Diogo Jota’s tragic passing, 2025-26 will be remembered for Salah’s ending.

One last day out with one of my all time favourite Liverpudlians.
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******* beautiful I aint even going to bother writing up something. Nail meets head. I know we've had our differences this season and have "agreed to disagree" alot but I truly look forward to your end of game or match preview write ups as much as anything on the internet when it comes to football. Enjoy the day in the sun and im jealous you get to see the "King" one last time at Anfield.
 
Theatre of Dreams83 said:
Not really as I’ve been through pretty much a similar tragedy with a team mate. Yes while sad and tragic and can understand it totally effecting the players to an extent. But the way it’s always being pushed out as the first reason for you lot having a **** poor season by your standards by players and some pundits sorry I think it’s poor form. Why couldn’t you guys use it as fuel to go out and do something special for Jota. Think more nerds looking into Slott and the recruitment than Jota death imo.
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I am still of the opinion the Arne Slot isn't the man to lead us not because he isn't a good coach but I simply believe he just doesn't get English football and what is required to build a team geared for it.

However, grief isnt linear and at the end of the day like I've said this season could've been an email and forget about the tactics the players look so mentally out of sorts especially the leadership group and those close to Diogo that I dont blame them for not having their head in the game. Of course it's not the main reason for the season being a wash but man is it one of the biggest reasons.
 
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