Rafa did it again. Stevie G did it again. We did it again, and we did just like we won the famous Champions League in Istanbul. Coming back from behind and never lead the match, Stevie G and his players were brawling once again to clinch the title, but this time, the opponents is not the Italian Champions, AC Milan, but the bottom table underdog, West Ham United. The first half was a nightmare for the Kop as they suffered to two undeserved and more likely as ‘nasib’ goals from Dean Ashton and an own goal from Jamie Carragher. It was the time when my cell phone was flooded by cynical yet sarcastic text messages from anti-Liverpool rebels, who were really enjoying the moment they saw how easy the ball went into Liverpool’s net. I was at NZ Curry House, Wangsa Maju. Waiting, commiserating over the tragedy, but yet, refused to call it a day. I stayed. Minutes after that, adidas’s marketing ambush, Djibril Cisse netted a fine volley to put Liverpool back in the game. Half time.

Teh ‘O Panas dah naik suam. In the second half, captain marvel Stevie G does his superpower to net a crucial equalising goal. I punched the air and saw envy in the face of the other anti-Liverpool rebels. Then, it was heartbreak for me as Konchesky scored a very classy goal to chip the ball cross caught Reina to put West Ham back in front.

West Ham 3 : 2 Liverpool. 90 minutes. 4 minutes of injury time.

However, West Ham saw their dreams fade and die when, moments after the fourth official had signalled four minutes of injury-time would be played, Stevie G again did his magic when he smashed the ball in another equaliser from 30 yards to send the game into extra-time. Come On!

And the match was dragged to penalties. People say, Liverpool has some sense of luck when it comes to high pressure and vital match, and I am not into denying it. In the penalties, we won, unsurprisingly. What a feeling it was to see how Stevie G, who was just awarded the PFA Player Of The Year to lift the oldest cup in the world while wearing the most holy yet sacred jersey in English football, the traditional red hot Liverpool attire. Yeah! Minutes after that, my cell phone again flooded by text messages and as you can predict, there were all praising and shock to see how Gerrard and co. could do that sort of magic. I was thrilled and ran towards my pc to type this thread!

You’ll Never Walk Alone!

2.25AM

Sunday, 14th May 2006