So, my post in the Ole thread got me thinking…and this may have been covered on TIA, but it is a brave new world, is it not? Let’s get this going for the TAN.
What is the worst experience you have had watching Liverpool? Live or on the telly, of course. There will obviously be some very significant negative results we have all watched, but which are those experiences that really stick in your mind?
I have mentioned mine before…dot points is better…
In Frankfurt for a conference in March 2015
Liverpool are hosting Utd, a crucial match in a season that started very poorly, however, we had managed to build a little bit of momentum to push for top 4
Pickings near where I was staying were slim to none…could not find anywhere that was showing the game
*After a significant amount of internet wizardry, I find an Irish pub showing the match (confirmed with a phone call)
Said venue is on the other side of town, but I make the trip anyways…it’s Utd at Anfield
Finally get there…it’s packed…great
Realise it is 95% Utd…bad, very very bad
We go in at the half 0-1 after a Mata goal…thank you Alberto Moreno…
Rodgers brings on our talisman at HT, Stevie G…watch out you Manc kents
Stevie gets a red after 38 secs for stomping on the bloke with the most punchable head in world football, Ander fucking Herrera…honestly surprised it took him 38 secs…
We lose 1-2, having never looked likely and generally playing like arse the entire day
God it was shit. Had been looking forward to the game for weeks, those braying deadshits when the ref went to his top pocket are seared into my memory.
Please share. All experiences welcome; this is a safe space, so pour your hearts out. Would particularly love to hear from those of you lucky enough to get to the away games.
It was just after Luis Garcia scored our third goal against West Brom at Anfield in 2004. Fortunately, I didn’t catch too much of this guy’s “celebration” but my hair and back stank until I got back to my hotel!
Being in the Kop when a lot of people around me chanted “You black bastard” at Uriah Rennie. I was about 7 years old at the time so didn’t really understand but looking back that is an obvious low point.
and then the whole souness era… and the hodgson era
I probably wasn’t so much into the chants as they would have been tuned off by the tv , though i agree they would be a major fucking shit experience… so i would only comment on things i’ve seen.
FWIW , I always felt Torres leaving us was a blessing in disguise as he was quite clearly done IMO
Was 13 and being a Southern Liverpool fan, was my first ever game, taken to the game by my dad…my dad was assaulted by a couple of Liverpool fans because we were not scouse.
Was the first and last time he ever took me to a game
3-3 vs United in the pub, when Ruddock equalised and the Liverpool side went berserk, celebrating…the cold realisation that we were shit and celebrated a draw…
Hodgson
Charlie George 1971, broke a young boys heart
The White Suits final
Ramos assault on Salah
Worst moment at a match:
Amongst Everton fans when Westerveld got red card, and Everton won…
In retrospect, hillsborough, I have admitted in the past though that at the time it didn’t register what had happened.
I was old enough, that wasn’t an excuse, for some reason it just didn’t ‘click’ until a day or so later.
In modern times two periods spring to mind.
Not specific moments.
When I finally saw that Rafa had run his race at this club, that hurt.
Sometime around the Rodgers decline, I honestly remember not actually giving a fuck… not, hurt, just not caring. It was him, the players we had, the time of life I was at, a whole combination, but I’d literally rather watch playschool than the reds. ( bizxarrely im pretty sure I still posted regularly)
Watching Hillsborough on TV was numbing, it is etched on my mind, where I was, watching on my own. There was a sense of despair, not able to comprehend, not able to empathise.
It had an effect on people oceans apart, and yet we only know a grain of sand compared to the avalanche of emotions those directly effected experienced.
