When I heard that Stevie G will miss the tour of Asia I was worried. I haven't been able to sleep thinking about it. About the fact that our talisman, our leader, our hero, the pinacle of all of our hopes and dreams - may be unable to carry on.
Just as Liverpool football club embark on a season that will bring the Premier League trophy to Anfield I'm concerned. I'm more concerned than I was when the surgeons told me my son would never walk again. He was knocked down on the high street of a small northern provincial town completely unassociated with Liverpool Football Club. But his tears that day remind me of my own now as the gravity of this potential situation sit heavily on my already burdened shoulders.
My son never did walk again - but that crushing event can get nowhere near the enormity of the fact that the great Stevie G - all power, drive and stylish hair - may be coming to the end of his glorious medal laden career. As I sit with a heavy heart I cannot summon the energy to lift my son out of his wheelchair to administer his daily wash. As he looks at me with confusion in a pile of his own faeces I know that somewhere inside his damaged brain he understands his father's pain. And that makes me proud to be his father - and a fan of Liverpool football club.
But then I stare at pictures of the King. As my tears tumble upon his glorious image I sense that He can turn this all around. Just like a newborn baby struggling to survive, skin on skin contact from the mother can breathe new life into the child.
And King Kenny and Stevie G have a bond stronger than that between mother and child.
So dear King Kenny. Please, for the love of Stevie G tear off your shirt and expose your bare chest. Take Stevie G's groin and press it against the warmth of your body. Gently cradle the injured groin. Breathe new life into the injured area. Perhaps, take your healing hand and gently cup Sir Stevie of Gerrard. Cup him until the pain and tears go away.
Cup him until you launch his ejaculate far enough to usher in a new era for Steven Gerrard.
And a new era for Liverpool Football Club.
Kenny's hands are kind hands,
doing good to all,
Healing pain and sickness,
blessing Stevie's balls,
Washing tired feet and saving
those who fall;
Kenny's hands are kind hands,
doing good to all.
Take my hands, King Kenny,
let them work for you;
Make them strong and gentle,
kind in all I do;
Let me watch you, Kenny,
till I’m gentle too,
Till my hands are kind hands,
quick to work for you.
Just as Liverpool football club embark on a season that will bring the Premier League trophy to Anfield I'm concerned. I'm more concerned than I was when the surgeons told me my son would never walk again. He was knocked down on the high street of a small northern provincial town completely unassociated with Liverpool Football Club. But his tears that day remind me of my own now as the gravity of this potential situation sit heavily on my already burdened shoulders.
My son never did walk again - but that crushing event can get nowhere near the enormity of the fact that the great Stevie G - all power, drive and stylish hair - may be coming to the end of his glorious medal laden career. As I sit with a heavy heart I cannot summon the energy to lift my son out of his wheelchair to administer his daily wash. As he looks at me with confusion in a pile of his own faeces I know that somewhere inside his damaged brain he understands his father's pain. And that makes me proud to be his father - and a fan of Liverpool football club.
But then I stare at pictures of the King. As my tears tumble upon his glorious image I sense that He can turn this all around. Just like a newborn baby struggling to survive, skin on skin contact from the mother can breathe new life into the child.
And King Kenny and Stevie G have a bond stronger than that between mother and child.
So dear King Kenny. Please, for the love of Stevie G tear off your shirt and expose your bare chest. Take Stevie G's groin and press it against the warmth of your body. Gently cradle the injured groin. Breathe new life into the injured area. Perhaps, take your healing hand and gently cup Sir Stevie of Gerrard. Cup him until the pain and tears go away.
Cup him until you launch his ejaculate far enough to usher in a new era for Steven Gerrard.
And a new era for Liverpool Football Club.
Kenny's hands are kind hands,
doing good to all,
Healing pain and sickness,
blessing Stevie's balls,
Washing tired feet and saving
those who fall;
Kenny's hands are kind hands,
doing good to all.
Take my hands, King Kenny,
let them work for you;
Make them strong and gentle,
kind in all I do;
Let me watch you, Kenny,
till I’m gentle too,
Till my hands are kind hands,
quick to work for you.
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