This post has been sitting in the drafts folder for nearly four years. After the stadium tour and stumble around the docks that (to our shame) counted as sightseeing, we returned to our accommodation where some watched an episode of Victoria, some slept, and I penned this. It never got published because the wifi couldn’t cope with uploading the photos and, in a sulk, I decided sleep was a better option. Each time it gets close to the anniversary, I make a mental note to “definitely post it this year”…and always miss it. With the death of Andrew Devine earlier this week, it seems fitting to post it now. Our hearts go out to his family – to all the families; Never again. YNWA.
We turned up half an hour early for the Liverpool FC Stadium tour to beat the crowds…chance would be a fine thing. All those despondent folk we had stood among listening to “You’ll Never Walk Alone” from the wrong side of the stadium turnstiles the day before had been of the same mind – and slightly faster off the mark. We exchanged greetings with our friends of yesterday and before long we were taking the escalator up the six levels to the top of the new stand that houses the Liverpool Stadium Experience.
There’s one word that embodies an experience like this: Passion. I’m not talking the whole heavy-breathing, red roses and champagne deal here – as Bill Shankly famously said “…it’s much more serious than that” – I’m meaning infectious enthusiasm, extremes of joy and sorrow, and that spark that reminds you life is for living. I watched Farm Girl feel it’s full-force as we were waiting to catch our first glimpse of the hallowed turf. One of the guides (a gentleman of The Bean Counter’s vintage) asked her if she was a Liverpool fan and she solemnly nodded (at this stage she was a little afraid to speak as she feels the divide between Chelsea and Liverpool in our family keenly and can’t chose a favourite – something we had advised her to keep quiet about during the tour). “Do you know who these men are?” he asked, indicating the walls bedecked with larger than life photos of the men who had built the club and then, before she could answer, guided her, hand on her shoulder, to each photo in turn. “This is Bill and he…. Bob introduced…Joe won…King Kenny…” and she was smitten. His passion was infectious.
Even The Farmer admits that Anfield is a special place
And it puts on a great show, even when it isn’t game day
We dawdled over our lunch in The Boot Room
and so, by the time it came to sight seeing in the City of Liverpool all we were up to was a quick drive past the well-known landmarks and a jog around the docks
for which we apologise profusely. Liverpool and the Wirral deserves more way more attention. We’ll just have to come back 🙂