I often get asked: “Why do you support Liverpool?” In fact, if I had a pound for every time someone asked me that I could probably afford the over-inflated prices I’ve been quoted for a match ticket for Saturday’s night’s Champions League final.
My allegiance for the red side of Merseyside began aged three, in 1975, when Derby County were crowned champions of the old Division One. My next door neighbours were big Liverpool fans, so I followed suit, as did a plethora of silverware for a team then managed by the late and great Bob Paisley in the years that followed.
I’ve been a regular at Anfield these past few seasons, with my son always by my side. We are always made to feel part of one big family, and he chants the Kop’s songs day and night.
Although I have yet to attend a European final, the tag of “favourites” for this weekend’s showpiece doesn’t sit comfortably with me.
