i had a dream: my way to Anfield Road.

I dreamt last night that i was traveling to England. The plane was shaking for the wind changing and my mind was in need to get used to the Europe hour set. I was alone, reading some book that i can’t remember and i could feel myself nervious. With all this thing of the AH1N1 virus was the less i could feel right?, well, i just were traveling to London.

My handback was the whole baggage i brought, some money and all my will to get Liverpool quickly, because in my dream, even that there were weeks before the big day, was the last game that Steven Gerrard would play for the club, and i must to be there no matter what i takes. I just could bought the plane ticket so the rest of the trip toward the city was going to be done by asking people to carry me.

After many hours, walking most of the time -i don’t know why british people doens’t trust other ones…i don’t think i look like a psycho killer or something ja ja ja- but i did it. I got into Liverpool.

I got lost. I’d never been in the city, neither meet  in real life  anyone from there. But with my poor english and british accent i could finally ask how to get to Anfield Road,  and it was even bigger and most beatiful that i could ever imagine, it was just perfection itself. I got therewith time enough before the last match of Steven, so i could buy ticket. I never cared about how was i suposse to live throughtout the time left to that day, but i just was so damn bloody excited that that doesn’t even really matter at this moment.

I dreamt in parks, avenues, i ate selling portrait drawings in differents squares through the city, like abercrombie square, but definitly i earned more money selling drawings outside the walker art gallery. For take a shower and clean my hands (Something i do nearly 20 time at day) i went to service gas stations, for eating too ja ja ja!.

And then, after many painful experiences, was THE day.

I took a loooong shower, i dressed up with black pants normal shoes and my first Liverpool Jersey,  I fixed my hair like Fernando, we have like the same face, it just that i haven’t got his huge body ’cause my body complexion is further slim. The guy in charged at the gate cutted off my ticket, and smiling says: enjoy it. You have the less idea how am i going to enjoy it!!!

I went up stairs, it was like a black gaingway that suddendly became into a flashlight, a green field, thousands off people walking around to take them sittings, and it was real, it was so real; I was in Anfield…