Since the King came back I have to say I’ve felt a little unsettled. I’m a married man with 3 kids. I’m 45 and my wife’s 43. Now that the whirlwind of the last few days has settled down a bit I’d like to share my thoughts and feelings with you all.
I, like everyone here was absolutely overjoyed when the great man returned to brush aside the hurt and pain of the previous tenure. I can now see a bright future for the football club – Liverpool Football Club.
But it’s more than that.
My feelings for the man extend beyond football. The love I feel for him fills me with a joy I could only hope to know before. His closeness to us gives me a hope I’d never thought possible. The emotion I felt the day my kids were born is insignificant when compared with the ecstasy in my heart and mind when I think of the King. I feel giddy and light headed and I want this feeling to last forever.
But it’s more than that.
I want in some way to have physical satisfaction for my feelings. As I raise my head to the heavens to feel the love of the King, I somehow want him all over my face. I want to feel him inside me. Slowly at first, but then more firmly, as he takes control. Control of a situation that has been out of control for so so long. Too long.
Too long for us long suffering, salt of the earth fans.
I feel that this consummation can give us all the strength for the future. The strength to overcome the challenges that lay ahead. The strength to see that even in an imperfect world, there are moments of pure clarity when the stars align and the majesty of nature collectively comes together to produce real beauty. Beauty that can never be surpassed or tarnished.
And when we lay there in our post coital Nirvana we will both be 100% certain that Liverpool Football Club will move forward empowered. Emboldened by the coming together of us all - where our success can flourish and our love can grow and grow. Love that is too strong to be denied. Love that is too pure to be refuted.
A love for Liverpool Football Club that is greater than the love we feel for our own flesh and blood.
Ano what you mean m8. I’ve been feeling that way too lol. It’s more than the man crush I have on our number 9. The greatest number 9 in world football. It’s much much much deeper than that.
ReplyDeleteIt’s like we’ve already gone through the first flush of love together and we’re more settled now. Our first dates were championship wins and cup triumphs. Our puppy love was expressed in goals and medals. Our parents may not have liked it and others may have been jealous but we didn’t care.
And if the people stare then the people stare. It’s not like any other love. This one is different because it’s us.
But now its so much more meaningful. A telepathic understanding of one another. We had a break up somewhere in the middle and we were both left to wander the earth aimlessly. Wandering the barren, arid, unforgiving desert of loneliness trying to find our way to heaven.
Trying to find our way home.
And now we’re back together things are even more passionate than those heady days. I can imagine the first time being a mind blowing experience of earth shattering bliss. Just a tip at first. And then more and more as I become accustomed to it. More and more until it fills me up. More and more until I can no longer do without it. Do without Him.
Me, my wife and kids were in tears reading your account of your feelings mate. In tears because we too know the love you feel for the King and Liverpool Football Club.