|The Kop (standard:humor, 1417 words)|
|Author: scouser||Added: Feb 18 2003||Views/Reads: 2014/1181||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Watching football from the terrace of the famous KOP at Anfield, Liverpool Football Club|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story to the toilet?” Which brought a great burst of laughter from the immediate area. “Listen luv, you've` got about as much chance of getting to the bog as winning the pools, av ya any idea how many people are crammed in ere?” the man standing behind us said “I just hope you've got ya wellies on ”he continued. “What does he mean?” Geri whispered in my ear, not wanting to seem ignorant “look down” I said pointing to the torrents of water gushing down the terrace steps “what is it” she screamed “piss” I informed her. “Why do you think I wanted the Echo?” I spent the next five minutes explaining to her that because it was virtually impossible to get to the toilets at half time people pissed on the floor. The Echo gets rolled up, you stick your ‘old fella' in it and you piss down the tube, which prevents you from pissing down the back of the legs of the person in front of you. “That's disgusting” she said, “Why can't they wait till the games finished?” “Because most of these men have had at least five pints of bitter before getting in” I told her as the crowd burst into applause as the teams arrived back on the pitch for the second half. The roar as the second half got under way was enough to make the hairs on your arse stand on end, never the back of your neck. It's the most incredible experience you can imagine watching a sea of red shirts attacking the Kop. I know how Davy Crockett must have felt at the Alamo as poor Tottenham tried to defend their territory, with the same inevitable result. Liverpool showed no mercy that afternoon and put Tottenham to the sword scoring three times in fifteen minutes, with goals from St John (2) and Stevenson (1). We sang, screamed and chanted till we could hardly mutter a raspy “bril” and by the time the referee blew the final whistle total exhaustion had set in. We'd been pushed, shoved and dragged up and down the piss-drenched steps of the Kop for forty-five minutes and we couldn't have been happier, after all we'd beaten the Cockney buggers 3-0. As we reached the top of the Kop on our way out we stopped and turned as one to soak up that last bit of atmosphere. As we stood there in our sodden footwear staring down at that magnificent arena Geri said to me “thank you that was the greatest experience I've ever had, will you take me again?” “Only if you wear your wellies” I chuckled as we headed down the steps and out into the street in search of the customary fish and chips. Ends. Tweet
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