Greeting, fair peruser.
Today marks the anniversary of Anfield ’89.
Beneath the plethora of tat I’ve accumulated over the years on my travels lurked the DVD of that very event and I watched it in bed last night (without the accompaniment of masturbatory bliss, before any of you nefarious scallywags makes the assumption…). There’s so much that stands out; the swagger of the Liverpool players who assumed they’d won, that fabulous away kit Arsenal wore, my wincing every time the ball was passed back to John Lukic as I’d completely forgotten the pass-back rule wasn’t introduced at that time.
Most of all, I recall the sensation that match gave me as a child. Utter breathless euphoria swept over me once Thomas had “charged” through the midfield to snatch victory from Liverpool’s grasp in the most spectacular way.
A while ago, I wrote a piece on the subject for the wonderful The Arsenal Collective – a silly conglomeration of words that perfectly sums up how I feel about that day (even if I do regularly forget it was on a Friday night). Should you feel the urge to do so, you can indulge in such silliness by clicking here.
The piece – I really hate referring to stuff I’ve written as a “piece”, it sounds so conceited – in question is from my perspective as a young man in primary education surrounded by swarms of Liverpool fans baying for victory. I hope you’ll enjoy it and take a moment to further peruse The Arsenal Collective as it’s truly a fabulous delve into the the thoughts and insights of fellow fans.
I think I’ll keep in short today as I’ve got numerous tasks relentlessly pestering me for completion. I’ll leave you with a polite gentleman’s nod toward the handy comments section in which I urge you to pour out every last drop of sentiment. The 26th of May 1989 is a date that means the world to Gooners across the globe, celebrate it folks. Something so utterly perfect and wonderful may only come along once in a lifetime.
I shall be back tomorrow with more of my customarily prosaic dross . Until that time, and as always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.