We're Going To Madrid!
Well, as a fan of Liverpool Football Club, it's been a while since I feel something like this.
Last year, I didn't know the others but I wrote about my negativity right after we went through final after beaten by Roma. Come on, after 5-2 home winning, we nearly lost by just one goal. Many mistakes and flaws including Milner's own goal and Klavan's stupid handball and luckily we still managed to reach final. Slightly at the final, there was hope for winning it and then destroyed right after we started to dream about it. Salah injured, Karius did 'da thing', Bale came up clutch and everything you expected from a runner-up specialist like Liverpool FC. That's was bad dawn for me. After morning prayer, I turned off the phone and went to sleep for almost a day.
Skip to the next year. After a devastating 3-0 defeat at the first leg against Barcelona and the almighty Leo Messi, outta nowhere, we did it again. We did it, the comeback. This time, it wasn't far away like Istanbul. This time, we knocked them out of the Champions League in our own ground, Anfield Stadium. Came up with 3 goals deficit and at the end celebrated in the front of The Kop by scored 4 goals without conceding even a goal. Then I was like...
What the fff...
Honestly, I didn't want to wake up and watch the match. But as usual, I just woke up and see the clock. 2.20 in the morning. I opened live scored app and there was one goal, made by Origi.
What?
Then I streamed it up. Yes, the live score app didn't lie. It was one goal for Liverpool. I ate my suhoor meal as fast as possible and continued to watch the match. And after that, the goals kept coming. Brace for Gini who replaced injured Robertson and again, Origi sealed the deal for us.
4 goals. Without conceded even one.
Wow.
It was Barcelona, it was Messi. I never put any doubt to him, if it wasn't an international match. Even if they as a team went high key shit, He always found a way to pull some magic through his feet. But this time, it wasn't his.
It was us. It belonged to us. The European glory, once again, it just takes 90 minutes or more. And after that, it will belong to us once again.
Ah shit. Again, I can write it down properly.
The tears nearly came up that dawn but I know I'll save it for a better moment. Either this Sunday or on 1st June.
And I hope, it will be tears of joy.
Up the fucking reds.
Allez allez allez.
You'll never walk alone.
Honestly, I didn't want to wake up and watch the match. But as usual, I just woke up and see the clock. 2.20 in the morning. I opened live scored app and there was one goal, made by Origi.
What?
Then I streamed it up. Yes, the live score app didn't lie. It was one goal for Liverpool. I ate my suhoor meal as fast as possible and continued to watch the match. And after that, the goals kept coming. Brace for Gini who replaced injured Robertson and again, Origi sealed the deal for us.
4 goals. Without conceded even one.
Wow.
It was Barcelona, it was Messi. I never put any doubt to him, if it wasn't an international match. Even if they as a team went high key shit, He always found a way to pull some magic through his feet. But this time, it wasn't his.
It was us. It belonged to us. The European glory, once again, it just takes 90 minutes or more. And after that, it will belong to us once again.
Ah shit. Again, I can write it down properly.
The tears nearly came up that dawn but I know I'll save it for a better moment. Either this Sunday or on 1st June.
And I hope, it will be tears of joy.
Up the fucking reds.
Allez allez allez.
You'll never walk alone.
PS: Last year was Dua Lipa. This year if the UEFA doesn't want to repeat guest star, consider Ellie Goulding or Billie Eilish. No stupid American mumble rapper, please.
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