‘Sweet Silver Song of the Lark’
So, I went to Davie’s last night. Not armed with any sweets. There was no need; there was no Liverpool and no football – whatsoever.
Davie answered the door. Within about five seconds though we had both uttered the un-mentionable ‘t’ word. You know the one, the one I have been desperately fighting against to say for the past three months. The one this PC even has not allowed me to type it. Ok, here goes, ‘The Title’, the bloody League Title….
I admitted to Davie that it is what I have been most concerned about, apart from the deaths and the possible fact my brother and mum may contact it – you know, that virus with ironically enough, the number 19 on the end of it; the number of titles Liverpool may well be on, if and when we ever get the season finished.
‘I know Crouch’ he said, as Fudge came and greeted me like I was one of the family – which I consider her to be part of my family, the same as I feel about Davie, Carly, Deano and the three girls. I mean, I see them more than my brother and mum as I’m always watching Liverpool with them! They are the people I see the most, apart from the crew I work – well, I turn-up, with, on the line in work.
Carly was there. In her PJ’s and she was eagerly rubbing the silver off a scratch card. It was the only gambling available – now that the footy, racing and rugby has been called-off. No wonder I had spent the day wandering around town, clueless as to what to look forward to, as I feel crushed without football and Liverpool.
‘Bist-ard’, or words to that effect, Carly hissed, ‘all I wanted was 43 on all four of them’ she sighed, and she would – or maybe Davie as well of course, have been in the money. ‘Three pound I’ve won Dai’ she said, as Davie came out of the shower; he had bought the ticket for Carly – love him. At least they would have their money back and be able to ‘go again’. We wondered if Liverpool will.
No matter how many times we talked about the different scenarios, it still would not seem right, unless football resumed properly, with full stadiums. Totally understand the precautions taken to hopefully prevent even one more death, as our manager, Jurgen Klopp said better than any politician.
The first scenario then is, if footy does come back to normal on the 3rd of April then the reds next game will just happen to be against Man City of all teams. Oh, hang on a cotton picking minute, I could say now in my late Dad’s voice, if Sky use their heads here, they could put this game back to the end of any potential season – just, just in case, LFC don’t win the, the, t, ti, tit – no, my keyboard has reverted back to norm.
Another scenario cold be that the games are played behind closed-doors, as a couple of Europa League games have been. No, no, no – surely not. If footy is going to be played, it has to be fully-blown, all singing (well this applies to Anfield anyway) and dancing, in front of fans. But, if it has to be this way, then so be it. The pubs would do a roaring trade as everyone would be squeezed into them to create an atmosphere – that is, until the government ban more than 50 people gathering together of course; which may well happen.
Davie, swivelling in his Bond villain chair, cuppa in hand instead of a bottle of something, agreed that he would accept another scenario when the League is called to a stop right here, right now, as it stands, and as Liverpool have played 75% of their games, then the rules state that they will be crowned Champions – especially as they currently hold not just a pithy one or two point lead but an humungous 25 point lead. Surely no one would deny them the trophy? But, hold on, there is Karen Brady who is advocating that the season be null and void. Well, no wonder she is, West Ham have a real chance of going down if it isn’t. I have only one message for her, ‘You’re fired!’.
‘Never liked her or the other two’ Davie said. I came out with it and declared that if I lived in London, I would openly go and follow West Ham as I have always felt that they are the closest to Liverpool for passionate fans who are close to their club and also, they traditionally play good football. The sooner they are rid of ‘The Brady Bunch’, the better, so I’ve got nothing against West Ham what so ever, apart from when Liverpool don’t beat them which they had been very lucky too recently.
‘Whatever happens, I just want that title’ Davie said, and I agreed. I think that any Liverpool fan would concur.
It just has a hollow feeling in my heart though to think that Liverpool will not get the chance to properly win it. That’s what it boils down to.
Now, here is the thing and I’m going to really reveal something here. There is even more of a reason I want us to win it this year, for when we won the Champions League my and our celebrations were somewhat curtailed. I/we, were allowed to wallow for what, maybe an hour if that and then, then, I was called away, right at the point where we all were so deliriously happy, me, Dean, Davie, Carly even the girls were beaming and baby Kelsey as I told her to remember ‘this time and never forget it’. I could not have said anything more prophetic; for within less than an hour I saw my dad’s body on his living room floor, with a blanket over it…
So, I want to see Liverpool, properly, properly possibly win the Lea, Leag, Leag, Leag, nope, my keyboard still is not letting me type it or let me say it out loud, just like it has not all season.
The season just has to re-start. That’s it.
If every team does play again, in full stadiums, and Liverpool do just, just mange to maybe get over the line, then I want to be with Deano, Davie and Carly at that precise time; for it will mean even more than I could have ever thought…
The fat lady, with the red lippy, in the red dress, with a fag in her mouth, has been told that she may not have a gig in May and that it has been possibly postponed but maybe, just maybe, with hope in heart she will still be able to sing the sweet silver song of the lark…..
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