This was the place that made me. When I hit my teenage years, that awkward, confusing period, it was here I headed on my own. Maybe I was looking for something. I don't know. At first, they were nervous forays into this new world. I'd buy a programme from the lad on corner, not to read it but to hide behind, to bury myself in its pages in case anyone asked something of the impostor in their midst. With time, I came to know the nuances of this place, the codes. People had their spots; the two elderly friends, one always in a Fila hat and always shivering, no matter the weather, always half way up the Kop and just in line with the right post. The singers were pitched up at the back, using the corrugated sheeting as their drum.
beautiful! really enjoyed this one
omfg well done