‘After celebrating a Liverpool league win together as lads, here we were again 35 years later’
Twelve thousand, seven hundred and eighty-three days ago (not that anyone’s counting) my mate Sean and I stood on the old Kop, watching Liverpool edge QPR 2-1, with Rush and Barnes doing what Rush and Barnes did best. It was a simpler time: fewer grey hairs, no smartphones, and considerably fewer dodgy knees.