just got back from anfield, liverpool, dreamland. and i tell u, it was pure vanilla. heaven on earth. nothing but perfection at its best. of course, everything starts with the good old typical malaysian time. we somehow live on polychronic timing, where we seem to be one hour behind the world, and do everything 1 hour late. including trains. including almost missing trains. didnt. whew!
left at about 9.30, took 2 hours, and whala! liverpool sweet liverpool. of course, first plan at hand, anfield! i mean, what else u'd expect? oh yea! b4 anfield, we did find an official Liverpool F.C Store, so did some wholesome shopping there first. 3 scarfs for myself, and a nice keychain. at the moment, they hang nicely in my room, memiors of my trip.
after blowing a wad of cash there, anfield! and man, its a beauty. the place isnt as big scale compared to old trafford, but its like a haven. the structure, the design, everything... just perfect. Paisley Gate out front, the Bill Shankly statues, the liverpool logo with the word THE KOP, hanging loudly and proudly in front of the stadium. upon arriving, and our mad spree of photos (forgot to mention, it was me, mac, andrew and ben... the liverpool sheffield malaysian fan club), we went into the Club Store for shopping spree round.2. got myself a nice mug with the words derek imprinted on it, as well as did the printing on my jersey. GERRARD 17! woohoo!
next up, museum! blowed £5 for entry, worth it to a certain degree, that is. its smaller and not as grand as trafford, but hey, does trafford have 4 european cups in there? i dont think so. do they have last years worthington cup in there? no wait... didnt liverpool whoop MU's ass for that cup? yea, they did! after the numerous super-poser pictures by all of us, bus back to the city!
and the city, is amazing. first of all, went for some delicious extremely filling chinese buffet. another £6 down the drain. and the torture on walking with such a full stomach! worth it? i wonder. and then, Club Store AGAIN. 3rd time! this time, got 2 more scarfs for my hardcore fans in malaysia. altho one of them is a corny fucker i'd rather not buy for. THATs a waste of £5.99! the other scarf is for phil, so worth it kua. then, city tour. walked about in the city, tried to make it to the albert docks for the beatles museum, but got there too late. so walked about instead. and i tell u, the seaside is beautiful. just perfect. only thing missing was walking through there hand in hand with my love. sad-nya. liverpool is definitely one of the more romantic places in UK. walked about, walked back, and anfield, here we come!
got at anfield on the knick of time, as usual. seating was good, near the KOP, and nicely in the middle rows. went down during training/warmup session, i tell u, i was about an arms strech away from diouf, diao, and dudek. the 3 D's, ahaha, cool? plus me, its 4 D's! lame, isnt it? and then it started. the atmosphere, WOW. i mean, plain simple WOW. and i though watching blades was good enough, this is like, WOW. the KOP side was just alive, singing away, sounding so synchronous, britney couldnt sync better in her lip sync concerts! Steuau Bucaresti isnt such a bad team anyway. put up a worthy fight. one lucky thing, was being able to catch the goal. it was like, 2 minutes after 2nd half, me n ben was just walking up the stairs towards the seats from buying drinks, just got up the steps, looked at the post, and doink! kewell makes his head useful! and the whole stadium just roared with life! the commontion, the atmosphere, i felt i could swoon from the excitement itself. and i even spilt my coke on some girl in front of me. oops, dear, sorry. in the end, game was won 1-0. not very exciting, hoping for more goals from liverpool, but what the hell, a win is a win.
next up, the dreadful return. no buses, and impossibilty to get a cab made us decide to walk back to the station. 3 miles on the map, it said, and one bloody hour to walk. yippie! got to the station, took a train to manchester, slept in the manchester station for 2 hours, recieving stares and glares from those i assume should be MU fans, and finally got back to shef at 3.30. even met this really wierd chiq on the train back to sheffield. and tried new things =)
overall, the night was lovely. good game. syabas kewell. good fight bucaresti. see you again anfield. derek signing off.
