what a long strange trip it's been

Every Saturday I find myself glued to my television hoping to watch my reds defeat whomever they are chosen to play. Whether it be a league or cup match, I stand behind them as that 12th man on the pitch. From 6000+ miles away I'm draped in my Liverpool jersey and scarf singing along with the KOP as if I am 5 feet from the pitch. Sure, this year has gone the complete polar opposite of what I had hoped for but I have faith. I sit back and watch these moments where at that time, I was on cloud 9. I was on the highest of highs. Sitting in my friends apartment watching Liverpool play West Ham in the FA cup final. Typically it is a fun cup, however my good buddy loves West Ham so it was me vs. him. There is no way to describe what it feels like when Gerrard drove in that last gasp strike as seen here -
but my god, he did it! Liverpool won

Or even better, and this one still brings tears to my eyes and shivers to my spine. I still get choked up. Once Maureen took over the helm at Chelsea, there was a rivalry born, and it grew! To the point where I was more excited to see Liverpool play Chelski than I was for them to play Man U! When they met in that champions league semi final match and they drew at the bridge, I knew my almighty reds could bring it home at Anfield. The atmosphere was perfect. Luis Garcia snuck the ball past the line only for it to be knocked back out, but guess what? It was called a goal and rightfully so! That would be the only goal scored the entire match. That would secure Liverpool to the champions league final. I don't know which game was more important, winning to get to the final, or the final? If I ever want to describe the atmosphere which draws me to this beautiful game, this is it -

This is why I am here. This is why I love the game with all of my heart. This is Anfield.