Destiny Calling
It was Sean who introduced me to the beautiful game, something for which I'll always be grateful. And since he was an avid Liverpool supporter, by default I ended up one as well. Which seemed fine at the time. But when we split, I couldn't help from feeling that I had just been complacent and decided that perhaps I should make my own objective choice as to which team to support from here on in. (Before I complacently ended up cheering for Chelsea....)Plenty of nights were spent in smoky London clubs checking out this side and that side. I courted many hopeful teams, I even tried a couple on for size (I watched almost every Charlton match played last fall and I even have a membership with the Arsenal - don't ask...) but all with no firm result - nothing felt like home.
But, like boiled perogies, the truth will always surface.
It was about a month ago, when I silently dreaded either Mike or Pat changing the channel even when the match against West Brom was dull as dirt, that I first heard a little voice say:
You know it's true...
Then taking the time to read about this year's commemoration of the April 15th Hillsborough Disaster, I heard it again:
You know it's true...
Delighting in the decimation of Chelsea in the FA Cup semi-final.
You know it's true....
Grinning as they named the fantastic StevieG as PFA Player of the Year.
Yes, yes. I know it's true.
I guess it doesn't really matter in the end how I ended up here. Some things you don't get to choose - where you are born, how you look...or what football team you support.
This Saturday, I will wear red, head to the pub to watch the FA Cup Final, and cheer on probably the best team in the world - my team, Liverpool.
posted by Aleksandra @ 9:13 AM
1 Comments:
"...to the faraway towns..."
*sigh* always sad to see another nice girl led astray, but I'm happy you found peace with your true side.
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