4 February 2012
Twenty three pairs of feet are about to influence my emotions. Liverpool v Man City. At a period where the eyes have been on my club for the wrong reasons, and me questioning the nonsense coming out of the mouths of some of our own supporters mouths something still hangs over my head, almost haunts me. It would be a dishonour for Kenny not to train and prepare our players so I can witness them at Wembley. I want to hold my Cup Final ticket in my hand. I want a match programme, I want to buy an over priced burger, or a pie, or the inflated fish and chips at Wembley Stadium. I want a warm flat beer. I want to sit and look into the eyes of everyone Liverpool, and anything associated with us. It was beautiful watching Kenny pulling chess moves like 'Fresh' and guide us into The Carling Cup Final.
Twenty Three • Opuss № I