Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Thoughts turning to Rafa
When Rafa was forced out of our great club - Liverpool Football Club - by those whose names I cannot bear to countenance, I cried for 14 hours. And sobbed for 12 more. I felt emptier than when my ex wife left me for another man. More disappointed than when my 3 year old son began calling that man daddy. And lonelier than when nobody turned up to my 43rd birthday party.
Because I walked alone. Through a storm.
When I had finished crying and sobbing for a total of 26 hours I vomited for 9 hours. I was so disgusted with what those bastards had done to my Rafa that my stomach could not hold the super noodles and pickled onion discos I had feasted on after the horrendous news of rafa's departure cristalized. It was my last supper if you will.
And through the torture I began to have an epiphany.
As my vomit turned to the red of our great football club - Liverpool Football Club - I began to stir myself from my melancholy. As I was regurgitating the glory of my last supper, I began regurgitating the glory Rafa brought us in my mind. He had taken us to the summit of world football on a shoestring net spend. We had truly looked into the eyes of the football gods.
And got into their heads.
It was then that I realised. Rafa may be gone but he is still here. All around us. He is everywhere. I feel his love now as if he was next to me in bed. I feel his presence. I feel his touch. I feel his breath.
Como podria ser verdad
Last night I dreamt of Benitez
Just like he'd never gone, I knew the song
A young man with eyes like the desert
It all seems like yesterday, not far away
Chorus:
Torres running like the breeze
All our midfield wild and free
This is where I long to be
Rafael Benitez
And when the redmen played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
My Spanish lullaby
I fell in love with Benitez
Warm wind carried on the sea, playing 4-3-3
Te dijo te amo
I prayed that the days would last
They went so fast
Torres running like the breeze
All our midfield wild and free
This is where I long to be
Rafael Benitez
And when the redmen played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
My Spanish lullaby
I'm in my armchair, I'm watching on sky
When it's time for the adverts I fast forward them by
Clapping at the telly, then down to the pub
Where a club loves a boy, and a boy.......loves his club
Last night I dreamt of Benitez
It all seems like yesterday, not far away
Torres running like the breeze
All our midfield wild and free
This is where I long to be
Rafael Benitez
And when the redmen played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
My Spanish lullaby
Ta-la-ta-ta-taa
Torres running like the breeze
All our midfield wild and free
This is where I long to be
Rafael Benitez
And when the redmen played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
My Spanish lullaby
La-la-Rafa-la-la-la-laaa
Te dijo te amo
La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
Spoken: El dijo que te ama
Pa-pa-la-pa-pa pa-pa-pa-pahaaa
Aha, aha-ahaaa
Rafael Benitez
Rafa, aha-ahaaa...
Because I walked alone. Through a storm.
When I had finished crying and sobbing for a total of 26 hours I vomited for 9 hours. I was so disgusted with what those bastards had done to my Rafa that my stomach could not hold the super noodles and pickled onion discos I had feasted on after the horrendous news of rafa's departure cristalized. It was my last supper if you will.
And through the torture I began to have an epiphany.
As my vomit turned to the red of our great football club - Liverpool Football Club - I began to stir myself from my melancholy. As I was regurgitating the glory of my last supper, I began regurgitating the glory Rafa brought us in my mind. He had taken us to the summit of world football on a shoestring net spend. We had truly looked into the eyes of the football gods.
And got into their heads.
It was then that I realised. Rafa may be gone but he is still here. All around us. He is everywhere. I feel his love now as if he was next to me in bed. I feel his presence. I feel his touch. I feel his breath.
Como podria ser verdad
Last night I dreamt of Benitez
Just like he'd never gone, I knew the song
A young man with eyes like the desert
It all seems like yesterday, not far away
Chorus:
Torres running like the breeze
All our midfield wild and free
This is where I long to be
Rafael Benitez
And when the redmen played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
My Spanish lullaby
I fell in love with Benitez
Warm wind carried on the sea, playing 4-3-3
Te dijo te amo
I prayed that the days would last
They went so fast
Torres running like the breeze
All our midfield wild and free
This is where I long to be
Rafael Benitez
And when the redmen played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
My Spanish lullaby
I'm in my armchair, I'm watching on sky
When it's time for the adverts I fast forward them by
Clapping at the telly, then down to the pub
Where a club loves a boy, and a boy.......loves his club
Last night I dreamt of Benitez
It all seems like yesterday, not far away
Torres running like the breeze
All our midfield wild and free
This is where I long to be
Rafael Benitez
And when the redmen played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
My Spanish lullaby
Ta-la-ta-ta-taa
Torres running like the breeze
All our midfield wild and free
This is where I long to be
Rafael Benitez
And when the redmen played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
My Spanish lullaby
La-la-Rafa-la-la-la-laaa
Te dijo te amo
La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
Spoken: El dijo que te ama
Pa-pa-la-pa-pa pa-pa-pa-pahaaa
Aha, aha-ahaaa
Rafael Benitez
Rafa, aha-ahaaa...
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