The Belated Best Birthday Gift
I may be materialistic, I may be a shopaholic, but no person has ever hit the nail right when it comes to a priceless gift. Tired of waiting endlessly, I gave the hint to a close acquaintance what I would have deserved to get for the hours of coaching I had sacrificed for him.
A few books had been written about him on his heroism especially in Istanbul, but nothing beats reading everything from the horse's mouth.
My perception of English football has changed ever since I embarked on the journey of the Captain Marvel. Even the Manchester United's players, whom I used to hate like hell.
I hate to do spoilers for any Reds fans who have not read this book, but I can guarantee that 90% of you will love him to death, like I do now. The other 10% is reserved for extreme Manchester Utd and Chelsea haters of all time, where you'd probably hate Gerrard's words of respect for them.
He affectionately calls John Terry, JT, and Rooney as Wazza. They are good mates, really. No bad blood between them. Any enmity stays on the pitch and disappears once everything is over.
He admires these footballers, describing them in words as if he was a nobody. Always.
Call it humility.
There is no other words to describe a person already hailed as a hero yet admitted to "shining boots happily for Jamie and Dom", being ecstatic at just the experience of a small chat with Redknapp.
And his family that meant everything to him, everything that made him human after all, unlike the machine who steered the legendary comeback of all times in the Champions League.
And I am thankful for being given his generation to support the team for, despite not being able to see Macca's "sexy" dribbling (in the exact words of Jen, Macca's fan).
I love him to death. He's my ultimate hero, the person with no superhuman powers yet possesses the heartbeat of Anfield and fans all over the world.
My perception of English football has changed ever since I embarked on the journey of the Captain Marvel. Even the Manchester United's players, whom I used to hate like hell.
I hate to do spoilers for any Reds fans who have not read this book, but I can guarantee that 90% of you will love him to death, like I do now. The other 10% is reserved for extreme Manchester Utd and Chelsea haters of all time, where you'd probably hate Gerrard's words of respect for them.
He affectionately calls John Terry, JT, and Rooney as Wazza. They are good mates, really. No bad blood between them. Any enmity stays on the pitch and disappears once everything is over.
He admires these footballers, describing them in words as if he was a nobody. Always.
Call it humility.
There is no other words to describe a person already hailed as a hero yet admitted to "shining boots happily for Jamie and Dom", being ecstatic at just the experience of a small chat with Redknapp.
And his family that meant everything to him, everything that made him human after all, unlike the machine who steered the legendary comeback of all times in the Champions League.
And I am thankful for being given his generation to support the team for, despite not being able to see Macca's "sexy" dribbling (in the exact words of Jen, Macca's fan).
I love him to death. He's my ultimate hero, the person with no superhuman powers yet possesses the heartbeat of Anfield and fans all over the world.
P.s: Snippets of Michael Owen's life is also shown in this book so it was a 2-in-1 happiness for the writer as she still adores the Boy Wonder...
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