Liverpool City

Let's be clear on this... the only reason I flew into Manchester was to get to Liverpool and go to Anfield. I did not want to see Old Trafford (pweh pweh!) at all and we spent little to no time outside the Manchester airport - except when travelling to or from Liverpool.

So we got there in the end, after sleeping in Manchester airport. Well Cath slept, I finished my book. Then eventually after getting to 'Pool, we got to Anfield and a dream was realised. Above...me outside the Kop and us at the shop entrance.

This was in the museum... Liverpool legend Shankly and a photo after the Hillsbrough disaster.



This one below was about the British okes who were massacred by the Boers at Spion Kop in South Africa. They named a stand at the ground in memory of the dead soldiers who were massacred by a smaller, wiser troop of Afrikaners. That's where the name 'The Kop' came from...

Then before the players go up onto the field,
they pass a sign like this one which they touch for luck...

Outside again, and another Liverpool legend... Mr Liverpool Bill Shankley. He's the one who came up with the classic... "There are only two teams in Liverpool... Liverpool... and the Liverpool reserves."




And we got to pose with all our European trophies. All of them. There are many. Lots. If you win it five times, you get to keep it. That's only like, three more times for Manchester and oh, five more for Chelsea.



And I got to pose with the boys too...

And then Heaven's gates...

we did a bit of running around the city too but mostly it was about Anfield.

My beautiful wife in Liverpool city.



That's right - Liverpool is the European capital city of culture. What's Manchester now? NOTHING!

We caught our flight out in the eve - delayed AGAIN - and returned to a soaked Cork. Sigh, at least we saw the sun on holiday.