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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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Praise the Lord today’s a bank holiday. That was a late one last night in the heat. 🍻🤕

Yesterdays admin-

Title Defence Countdown Ended Gameweek 34.
17 wins. (Pre-season target of 27 wins.).
60 Points. (Pre-season target of 89 points.).
Top 5 CL Qualification: ✅
64th straight season of finishing top 8 clinched Gameweek 35. ✅

Not much to say on the game as nobody was really there for the actual football yesterday/ cared too much at all about the result/ performance. Bournemouth drawing last Tuesday and effectively securing CL togger for next season ended that. Liverpool were good, against a good side who did have something to play for, until they scored. Focussed. Determined. They had a plan and were executing it well. It was naturally an end of season affair, but the side with more purpose, energy and chances were the Reds. And all that without a proper number 9. Then, like so many times this season, they flip to being atrocious as soon as they get in front, everything good they were doing stopped, there was no serious attacking option to be had off the bench. And by the end they are very lucky not to loose the game. A microcosm of our annus horribilis year. Rinse and repeat. Champions League qualification is nottin’ to be sniffed at given the amount of money being spent among big clubs that don’t go into 4/5 slots. Just ask Chelsea and Tottenham. But limping over the line in the spot is. Apt way for this dreadful season to end. Curtis Jones the best player on the park . Alison reminding us just why he is who he is. But it was slim pickings.

But yesterday wasn’t about the game and being frustrated and narking for one last time this season. Yesterday was about celebration, tinged with sadness (which was there more for people in things you wouldn’t expect), and just having as relaxed and enjoyable a last day out, for a few months, at the match in the scorching heat.

I wrote on Mo yesterday. I loved the fact we sang his Mosque song a good few times yesterday. Something that we haven’t in a long time. Just brought home what I was saying about how he’s changed attitudes on his faith which very few footballers have ever done. I will write on AndyRobbo at some point today. Both absolute Liverpool legends who just got it and what it means to play for this club and the City and its people it represents. The send offs we gave both were fitting and emotional. Kudos to the manager too for standing back and letting the two departing legends take centre stage. This was THEIR day. Nobody else’s.

And it was boss to be able to do the same with Jordan finally. The love and appreciation for his part in that special, special era under Jurgen celebrated as hard and as loud as our own departing legends.

It was also so fitting that, as poor and horrid as this season has been, finishing yesterday like most of it has played out, for a good 5 minutes solid in injury time and after, we belted out Marley’s ‘3 Little Birds’, and ‘YNWA.’ To remind them all we will always be with them. We’ve come through far worse season’s on the pitch than this. And we will again. But we know how quickly things change from one year to the next so it was fittingly Scouse, fittingly US, to end the season on a positive for the future and remind the players and staff we are in this together, with everything we’ve collectively been through this season. And we have their back, and they have our support, going into next season.

To wrap up, something g that’s hung over everything this season whether people like to admit it or not …..

There’s a girl that sits the row behind and on from me. Never spoken to her before yesterday bar a nod and an ‘Alright?’ as you pass each other going to your speck. Yesterday, I ended up consoling g her the end as she was in tears. But not for Mo and AndyRobbo as you’d think. But Diogo. The end of the first season over without Diogo had suddenly hit her like a tsunami and she just broke down. We’d sung his name long and loud on 3/ 4 different occasions yesterday being the last game of a season that will be remembered for his loss as much as anything else. Being that again, this past week, AndyRobbo and big Virg have opened up as to just how much of a constant presence he’s been on the daily all season in contributing to performances being up and down as their emotions have been up and down with no real time to grieve and talk through the loss of their bezzie given football never stops. And it just hit her, a mere supporter who never knew him, and there she was in bits at the enormity of it all. Yesterday, as much as saying goodbye to two legends, was about remembering what we haven’t had this season. He will always be there, woven into the fabric of this club. But time is a healer and everyone being able to step away from these surroundings, and have a good break and recharge, and get their emotion out, will lead to them coming back ready to go again this summer.

EVERYONE needs a break. This season has been one of the most emotionally draining I can remember. Draw a line under things, consign it to the bin, and get away and forget about footie for a while. Come back refreshed and believing in August. Regardless of who’s in charge. And who’s representing us on the pitch.

YNWA aren’t just hollow words. They mean something here. Supporting them regardless is what we do.

Could be worse. Could have finished 13th like some in the City ….. 👀😊

Oh yeah, the added bonus of Como was boss last night too. Might go for a week there!😍

*Sings

‘Don’t worry, about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing, is gonna’ be ALRIGHT!’

Uo the Reds!
 
dilakh2 said:
******* 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.
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Thank you mate. Greatly appreciated.

Very kind, if very humbling, words. 👊🏻🍻
 
Where do you start on AndyRobbo …..

When Liverpool signed Andrew it felt opportunistic. He came after a good debut Premier League season despite being relegated with Hull City. For what was, effectively, a £ 2 million swap deal for the Reds young midfielder Kevin Stewart. With both players going in opposite directions on the same day. (Robbo to L’pool for £10 million. Stewart to Hull for £ 8 million.).

The feeling was that he was solid depth and a good dressing room addition. Bringing that Scottish Glaswegian grit, humour and warmth that Liverpool had become wedded to through the years. I don’t think anyone can honestly say they envisioned what he would become for the club over the next 9, glorious seasons …..

378 games, 14 goals and 69 assists. (59 of those in the PL, for both Hull and Liverpool, making him the competitions 2nd highest assist provider for a defender behind his great compadre at Anfield Trent Alexander-Arnold on 64.).

Winning every single possible trophy there is to win for the club. Some multiple times.

Establishing himself as the captain of his Country. Leading them to three major International tournaments for the first time in over 2 decades. In so doing, becoming Scotland's second highest capped player with currently 92 appearances for his Country and counting.

And finishing up, in my humble opinion, as not only the single best left full to ever represent Liverpool Football Club in their storied history. But a man who stands alongside probably only Ashley Cole and Dennis Irwin as the single best left full back in PL history.

He was, undeniably, for a glorious, trophy laden period, the best left full back in World football envied across the globe. He made a Liverpool system work in such a fluid way that he was simultaneously part of a back four and front five at any given moment. He and Trent, on the other side, were assisting each other in games where it was all such complete, football perfection. A perfect combination of attacking brilliance. And defensive grit and intelligence. He gave the team a dynamic attacking threat with his blistering pace, dynamic overlapping runs, ability to exploit spaces and provide precise crosses that lead to a plethora of Reds goals and some of the most exciting, attacking football we’ve ever been privileged to watch. Whilst having the defensive discipline at the other end that helped maintain the shape and integrity of the team. And allowed the dual threat of Trent to do his thing and wreck equal havoc the right hand side. His work ethic and his pressing were relentless and an absolute sight to behold.

But more than anything, he achieved greatness here because of his sheer will and hard graft. Because he wanted to succeed for this club and because he knew exactly what it meant to play for the people of this City. His people. Cut from the exact same cloth as his Glaswegian roots and upbringing. And knowing just what it means to represent this absolute behemoth of a football club in EVERY facet. With the perfect blend of snide and arrogance to live up to his position as one of the best working class heroes, not from Liverpool, that Liverpool has ever been privileged to enjoy and genuinely class as one of our own. The memory’s of him taking the absolute P cuffing Messi at Anfield, along with laughing in Pickford’s face and winding the Blues right up, remain the best of SO many boss memory’s that will live with me forever.

He will forever be one of us. A PROPER Scouser and a TRUE Red. Evertonian's absolutely detest him because of how much of a Kopite he is. Turning to the Kop and screaming ‘Come ON!!!!!’ ….. Yeah, a true, working class hero is the perfectly apt term.

Thank you, Andy, sincerely, for being part of some of the greatest, most exhilarating times of my life. You have been an absolute gift to this football club, and this City and its people you proudly call home. Having three little Scousers born here. THANK YOU, in more ways than mere words from any of us could ever convey.

All the very, VERY best in the next step of your journey.

We’ll all be Scotland fans this summer!
 
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Stop man I had to give this season a bit of a miss mentally what with Jota and just the general malaise of the football and the factions at the club. Sunday I'll admit had me tearing up when Mo came off. It just felt like the end of a wonderful decade and the man on and off the pitch who represented the club and understood what a privilege it was to play for the club.

Same for Robbo it just hit me like a train on Sunday that **** this is a new era now. For a decade more or less this was a klopp coded team and now for better or worse this is a new chapter.
 
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