Written by Overmakta
Liverpool fan to the bone. Father of two. Happily engaged. You can follow Overmaktaon Twitter >> @overmakta
I was born in 1979, and grew up with a Liverpool that picked trophies like they were apples in the garden. In a time where the state channel could afford to broadcast the matches, and where “ping-parties” was something I heard the young adults in the neighbourhood talk about. I was too young of course..
I was chained to the TV to watch the big heroes play, on a 25 inch TV with a curved screen and hopeless picture quality. I was never a good player myself, but what did that matter – when the heroes were great enough, and the team dominant enough to create enough joy? How many matches I got to see in my childhood I don’t know – it was Norway in the 80’s, and I’ve enjoyed too many “pling-parties” since then to remember the details. (Pling parties are made out of the “pling” sound when there is a goal in a different game than the one you’re watching. Time for a shot!)
Nowadays I get disappointed when I don’t get to see all the 38+ matches in HD in my living room – the body has aged, but the enthusiasm is still the same. I still get the insane pulse the last half hour before kick-off, and I’m pretty sure a match against ManU is going to kill me some day. They say a good laughter prolongs your life – I’m pretty sure an exciting football match shortens it just as much. A heart can’t have an endless amount of pumps in it..
In a world where football is this commercialized, and where the focus is so enormous – how do we pass on our excitement to the next generation? For a team that has barely touched the top the latest years, and usually ends up mid table? How do you make a child excited in a sport with this much focus, so that the child supports the same “mediocre” team as you?
A few years ago I was with my girlfriend at her uncle to celebrate the Christmas holidays. With a father in the house who’s active in the local Liverpool supporter union I had great pleasure in being their guest for Christmas. When it was time to go to bed, we were given the room of his son.
As I opened the door, I got smacked in the face with “20 LEgend” posters and other works of the devil. Was this my bedroom for the night??
I immediately turned around, and with a smile on my face commented to the master of the house – clearly the supporter recruitment had failed. I’m happy I could see the humour in it, and I slept like a baby anyway.
My youngest son is now 2.5 years old, has two Liverpool kits, along with a bedroom wall containing Coutinho and Agger. We play football during the summer, and I do what I can to make him see the matches with me. But it’s not easy to keep a toddlers attention for 90 minutes with people running around on the TV. Fireman Sam is MUCH more exciting!
He joins in when we score (he used to get scared as hell when I erupted in celebration), but that’s about it. I’m glad I still have some time – I just need to get him hooked before he begins school.
For us who grew up during a time where Liverpool dominated world wide, it’s easy to see how you get to support the “winning team”. Who wants to support a team that gives you more depressive weekends than happy ones? There’s enough to get bullied about – you don’t want to add a football club to that list.
I have a great longing for Liverpool Football Club to do well, so that I can wear my red shirt with extra pride – but also so that our next generation gets an extra reason to lean towards supporting our beloved club. With success on the field follows a greater fan base, and without the success other fan bases grow accordingly. Not since 2005 have I felt as good about being a Liverpool supporter as I do now, and I’m going to enjoy it for all it’s worth.
And send the toddler to kindergarten with his LFC kit on and our heads held high!
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