My Day At The Match: Liverpool Vs Toulouse

Why watching the Reds at Anfield will never get old

When the going gets tough, which it has done for me this week, there aren’t many better distractions than being able to watch Jürgen’s Reds at Anfield with my mate.

People may mock the Europa League and granted, we all wish we were in the Champions League. We belong there. But if I’m to strip it down, I’m still going to a European night at Anfield and watching some of the best players on the planet on the top of their game, in the flesh. I had a great seat and if this was  the Champions League, it’s highly unlikely I would have been able to go to the game. I’m lucky enough to have a godfather who is a season ticket (plus a spare) holder, and isn’t arsed about the Europa League, so kindly offered the tickets for all three group stage matches to me and my friend Gianni.

Gianni is a friend from my school in Cyprus, where I lived for 19 years before I moved to Liverpool to study journalism. We became friends because we played on the same right hand-side in our school football team (though I wanted to kill him several times when he didn’t run back to help me – I was an underdeveloped right-back, he was on the right wing), and began watching the Liverpool games together in the designated Liverpool pub in Limassol.

He also moved here, two years before me, to study biology. But it was no coincidence we both chose Merseyside.