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Come on Reds

So anyone who knows me, knows what a huge sports fan I am.

I watch them all, soccer, basketball, cricket, tennis, Formula One. Everything.

So as I've said before, I've been watching a lot of soccer. I check Goal.com every two hours to see what the latest happenings in the footballing world are. And a million other footballing websites. I try to keep my weekends clear so that I can watch as much of the Premier League as I can. I'm signing petitions that ask for more of the La Liga to be broadcast on Indian television.

Anyway, I'm guessing you've got the picture?

So from the last few years, I've been a neutral. I watched several teams and I was happy. But the more football I watched, the more I felt myself get drawn towards one team.

Liverpool FC to be precise. They're my team in a sense that none other never was. Their underdog reputation, their lack of supporters, in India I mean, the fact that people never take them or their title challenges seriously. That they call Liverpool lucky. That's why they're my team.

Also, the fact that I'm moping after their loss to Chelsea this evening. I'm so upset I don't even want to talk to anyone, which is why I'm avoiding Facebook and Twitter.

But it's also why I know, I'll never walk alone.
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sanket kambli said…
sad that liverpool lost.. ideal result for *arsenal* would have been draw or chelsea loss...
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5 October 2009 at 07:37
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Sankooba: I know. Very sad. While Liverpool is my favourite team, Arsenal is my second favourite in the English Premier League..
6 October 2009 at 22:13
Anonymous said…
They lost to Chelsea? Damn! Been a Reds fan for years now but don't follow as much because I don't have pay TV out here.
13 October 2009 at 12:06
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Psych Babbler: Indeed they did. And their season's just gone from bad to worse. *Sigh*
7 November 2009 at 16:29
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