What a WONDERFUL way to ring in the New Year! Thanks to Joey Cole, Stevie G, and Nando for making it an extra special day in my household! Well more so just for me...you see, the Mrs. is a Man Utd fan and my son is leaning towards Chelsea. (While I do encourage his independent thinking, he is still young and one can hope that he may see the light soon enough!)


But just as quickly as Davies scored for Bolton, Lucas had a sitter and just pushed it wide of the goal. Maybe some more playing time would help his in-game form. Dunno. What I do know is that I need to move the couch back from directly under my ceiling fan. It has become a danger as I have found myself jumping so high when I get excited, that I almost knock it loose and crashing to the floor on top of me. It has become a common occurrence when I am watching footie. So best bet would be to move the couch prior to matchtime.

What struck me so was a quick camera cut to some of the the Reds that were away from Torres and his celebration. What I saw was a group of players that looked so unbelievably happy and relieved. But more importantly, I could feel the confidence exuding from the Reds. I could feel what they were feelign right then and there. It was that knowledge that, hey...we can play some ball. This game is different everytime we play it. You never know for sure which way that the ball will bounce on any given day. I felt that Liverpool felt that they were going to be okay. And at that moment right then, I didn't feel worried. Whether or not this was brought on by the rush of adrenaline and/or endorphines pumping through my already alcohol infused bloodstream. I don't know. I mentioned that the skies went blue and the sun shone down as well...but my wife informed me that it was very overcast at gametime. Maybe its all in my head. So what?!? It's my head, and I like what I am feeling.
So as the game continued on, it looked as thought the best we were going to get out of the day was a draw. You know what? I believed that something was going to happen. I just knew that we were going to come out on top. And aside from my dog, kids, and wife...no one else knew what I knew. I really wished I had a line to a local bookie. 'Cause you know what? I would have bet the farm on the 'Pool. And I would've won big.
(break for our favorite Stevie G song...)
"Steve Gerrard, Gerrard
He'll Pass the ball 40 yards
He's Big and He's F***ing Hard
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard"
and throw in
my favorite Nando song to boot-

you'll never walk alone it said, Torres, Torres
we bought the lad from sunny Spain
he gets the ball and he scores again
Fernando Torres, Liverpools number nine"
So....back to the finish that sent me into the heights of ecstacy that carried me trhough the rest of the day on a high only equal to my experience of roving the Appalachian Trail with a band of hippies surviving on trail mix, MDMA, and mushrooms. Wait...that wasn't me. (I have an image to uphold...or do I...) But anyway...
JOEY COLE WITH THE WINNER!!!! JOEY COLE WITH THE WINNER!!!!
In my mind, I did a double front flip with a twist. I couldn't believe it. And I could care less about the offside. God Blessed us with a momentary no-call from the referee and we got the win! I loved it.
Now lets see what happens this week. Roy's got a long way to go. But for now, I am living in the moments of Liverpool vs Bolton on Jan 1, 2011. I know those guys on the Reds are living it over and over as well.
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