My biggest dream at the moment is that one day stand in the Kop. I know a lot of people that has that dream. Many of them, is never going to get the opportunity. Because of time, energy and money.
Still, I haven’t been there, but that doesn’t stop me from imagining how it feels like to stand there.
Just being around people that feels the same as you do at that moment, wearing the same bright red shirt exactly as proud as you do and most important – they sing at the top of their lungs, just as you always do.
Standing there in the winter cold, in an enlightened Anfield that enchants everyone and everything and sing You’ll Never Walk Alone and see our team proudly marching onto the field, all with heads high, proud of their fans – just to be part of it, makes me feel special and chosen. Only the thought makes the hair on my arms stand straight up.
To stand in the Kop must be a really a special feeling. Standing there, with a bunch of people you never met before, and automatically take the same tone at exactly the same time, you don’t see that in the daily life. It’s not something you can practice on or be good at – it is just there.
And when that awaited goal comes, out of excitement you just jump up and down, carefree and careless, with millions of fans all around the world. Although you don’t know the person standing next to you, you can’t help just opening your arms and share a hug, with someone you just meet. How often do we do that in real life?
It’s like I can feel the connection, I can with my bear hands take on the solidarity and the fellowship and I can feel the adrenalin and energy rushing through my body while standing there, in the middle of the December month we people barley can stand and still I see people around me wearing nothing but a t-shirt with the number 8 on it.
To just stand there and shout out all of our frustrations, it’s therapeutic for me. I need it. I feel good doing it. It is the only chance I get in life, it is the only place where I can yell what I want whenever I want without getting in to trouble. To stand there with a bunch of buddies and just scream awful words to the referee -words I can’t write her because we have minors reading this – just for we are unhappy with his decision – it makes life worth living.
Until that day comes, I can only imagine how it feels like. What I do know, is that The Kop is like an additional player to the team. When you sing, the players hear that and they perform better.
The reason I bring this up can be hard for you to understand. But in Sweden, they want us to be quiet and not sing during games. They think it is inappropriate.
But you can never shut me up.
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