Because I just met you
Leaving a footprint is beautiful
The wind blows and tears fall like rain
Because I don't want to separate...
The harrowing Hillsborough massacre is a tragedy in football dreams, the youngest victim is Gerrard's cousin, and Gerrard will continue the dream and render Liverpool score red.
Merseyside's sea breeze blows beside you, your young face appears in people's sights for the first time, 18 years old can have dreams, you can chase dreams, and you have fulfilled your original dreams.
Your out-of-the-box, your earth-shattering shots, your flesh and blood, like the tradition of this team, the breath of the city.
You said you wanted to become Captain Liverpool at the age of thirty, but you achieved that dream seven years in advance; you said you wanted to help the Reds win as many titles as possible, but you just came and won the honor of five titles.
In a city where music and football are calling names, the Beatles celebrate the team they are proud of, while Gerrard embodies the indomitable spirit that you will never walk alone.
This indomitable spirit was vividly embodied in the night of Istanbul, what happened that night? Maybe it's a miracle.
This indomitable spirit also led Gerrard to attack the league title, but it always backfired. It is always the beginning of drama, and the end of drama, perhaps it is the missing beauty of football.
The national team is also missing, always the strongest squad, always the favorite to win the championship, Gerrard and his England have never crossed the barrier of the big game, and the honor seems to be endless.
There is also the double virtue of the national team, two world-class midfielders, but they have never been able to integrate together, this mathematical problem of 1+1 can not equal 2, with the retirement of the two has become an unsolvable mystery.
You've slipped, you've swung yourself, you've made a mistake... But, you will always be a symbol of loyalty. Those mistakes are the moments when you fall from the clouds to the mortal world.
At that moment, the heart was broken, and no one was lonelier and more uncomfortable than you at this moment. Maybe this is the man, maybe this is football, maybe this is life.
I used to think that this Liverpool kid would grow old at Anfield, as if in every love you would believe that the person would stay with you until old age. It's not until the last minute that you realize that everyone has gone too far and finally reached the fork in the road.
I grow up watching and watching, and you get old when you run. From adolescence to middle age, from sunrise to dusk. From peak to trough. From one city to another, from another to another.
Strange shirts, familiar people, the same way of scoring, the same celebrations, everything seems to have changed, but everything can never come back.
Time can never be met again, the iron-blooded teenager who conquered the Olympic Stadium in Munich, the bitter summer of sadness flowing under the penalty nightmare, a three-lion love affair that has persisted for 16 years but is reluctant, all in the sad prelude, to the end.
A person belongs to a city, a city misses a person, your green youth, your spirit, your thunder, your enthusiasm, your iron loyalty, your rebirth from adversity, the pain of your life, all that you have, everything you have, all that you have, all that you have, all that belongs to this city.
The way home is not far ahead, and ancient songs hum childhood dreams. No matter how vast the world is, the heart still yearns for the same place. Back in the city where the dream began, you will never be alone!
Forever Jay Team,
Happy 37th Birthday!
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