Walk on, Walk on.

Can I just come out and say it? I don’t like Andy Carroll. Not one tiny bit. Never had and let’s face it, I never will. When we signed him, I most certainly did not drop everything I had in my hands to celebrate in pure ecstasy. Unless you count hitting your head against the table as celebrating, of course.

And now? Well, I am still not celebrating. Though I might if the rumors are true and that we are either selling him or sending him out on loan. Why? Because it is painfully clear that he does not fit in to our club. He cannot play in our system; is simply unable to adapt. The only matches I remember him being active and alive in, were the ones in which Gerrard played, and for me, this is not good enough. Not with Gerrard’s current string of bad luck (really, that man should just change his middle name from George to ‘Groin-Injury’ at this point- Steven ‘Groin-Injury’ Gerrard has a nice ring to it, too). We need a striker who can actually provide us with goals, as was all too obvious last season. And we need someone who works his ass off to try and give them to us. From Carroll I do not see this effort being made on the pitch. Usually, I see him standing in front of the opponents’ six yard box, standing like an ungroomed caveman (sorry for the personal attack on the man’s appearance, but this too, had to be said), with no clue what so ever to how to produce anything from the balls which are passed to him from the midfield. Really, where is our feared striker?
To me, selling him, or sending him out on loan, sound like a brilliant idea. But perhaps this is just me? It does certainly feel like it most of the time. 

But, while we are on the topic of strikers, I am very much excited about our new signing from Italy! I am no expert in Italian football (I prefer La Liga to Series A, but hush, don’t tell anyone), but from what I have seen, and from what I have read, Fabio Borini does seem like the man cut out for the job- yes, that was a lame reference to his knife-celebrations. He is young and fresh, and seems awfully hungry for glory and goals. I cannot wait to see him in action for us, and I wish him the best of luck! Maybe he is able to succeed where Carroll could not?

Other than this, we have not really seemed to be signing anyone, though it seems like this for most teams, I feel, this year. There are rumors about Welcott coming in (will there actually be any players left at Arsenal when the season starts?). Rumors about both Skrtel and Agger leaving us… Can I just point out how terrible this would be for our club? Why are we not making sure that they both stay, I do not understand. They have time and time again saved us, and they are our best defenders. They both even scored some cheeky goals last season. Letting them leave would be two very big mistakes, and I am for one, am pretty tired of those.  Especially if one of those mistakes involves selling a player to Real Madrid.

But summer is not over yet, and who knows which surprises might show up?

All I know is that we might have a long road ahead of us, if we want to achieve the glory we want, but in the end we will get there, we just need to find the right path and the right players to take us there.

So I say good luck to our new players and our new manager. Here’s to a new season and to at least making it to Europe!

It has been a year!

Can you believe it? I hardly can. Seriously. I was going through post on tumblr when a wild!bb Leo Torres popped up. Because yes, Leo Torres is a year today! So hooray for that!

But it has also been a year since I want to my first football match, and since I went to my first Liverpool match. i twas pretty awesome, though I do remember the disappointment I felt when I realised that Fernando Torres wasn't playing. I may or may not have cursed Olalla for having to give birth on that specific day. Because really, all I needed was one day. But no, and so I was never going to watch Torres play in that red Liverpool shirt. I didn't realise that at the time, i think if i had known, I would have cried my eyes out to be honest. But anyway, this post is not about Torres. It is about my first trip to Anfield- also known as the most magical place ever. Seriously, nothing can compare to it, nothing. Perhaps a match at the Bernabeu... Because Wembley didn't have half the magic.

I remember how excited I was, how nervous and just how panic-y I was when out train ended up being delayed because of "the snow"... I was seriously freaking out. And for those of you who have been so fortunate to be travelling somewhere with me when i go into a state of panic, know how fun I become. jajaja!

Yes, I know... I look like Rudolph...

But we did in fact get there in semi time, I'd of course prefere to be there a lot earlier then that of course. I think we got there half an hour before? Seriously, 2 hours is perfect time for me. No stress then, and you get to watch the players do the warm-up which is almost the best thing really if I 'm to be honest. Yum yum all that bending over and streching... teasing is a better word for what they are doing. but yeah, we got there in time to sing "You'll Never Walk Alone", which is an experience that never stops giving me gooes bumps. Wow, you guys, it is just so amazing.

Um what else... OH, half-time was well fun as well! Because Ida and I had to keep warm (it was bloody freezing) and they were playing Black Eyed Peas' "dirty bit" and Ida and I just went a bit mental, doing all of these weird moves. poor Pia who had to be seen with us! Ida and I also ended up screaming out heads off when John Carew (I really really really hate the way the brits say his name... John Caruuu. And they you try and teach them the proper way and they go all like; mate, that is not how you say it. it is john caruuu. and then you go like: MATE, Norwegian in the house. its john carew, bitches. but they don't care. Well annoying. GET IT RIGHT PEOPLE!) came on as a sub during the second half. He didn't really do much, I understand why he isn't playing in the PL atm tbh. <- yes, I did just do that. What now, bitches?

Oh oh ohhhhh! Xabi Alonso was at that match! I didn't see him, i didn't even know that he was there, but he was! I has a gif, see:

It was so fucking cold!

and Stevie was being cute and sharing sweets or gum or whatever... wait, just looked at the gif. No no, he just looks as cold as Xabs... Well, we can all see what he is clearly thinking: oh i wish I had Xabs here to cuuddle with...
Okay, so it doesn't want let me put the gif in here... i'll just put the one where he is sharing the mint then, whatevs.

Oh Captain, My Captain!

I just wish they would have been sitting together. Omg, what that would have caused for the fandom! Holy shit, you guys have no idea. It would have been magical.


Um, I think that was it really. What was worth telling anyway. So again, i'd like to wish Leo Torres a happy birthday and say, that there are no hard feelings. jajajaja!

So that went kinda shit.

Watched the CL at Fylde bar with Pia, Walter and Julius. I think my mind was always made up, I just didn't want it to be, if that makes sense? Because I want to hate Man United as much as I hate Barcelona. It's just not happening though. Because I figured that I actually respect Man United as a club (the fans are pretty shite though), whereas Barca? Never. There is nothing I like about the club. Even Pep has lost his charm after what happened a few weeks ago. Sometimes I think you have to set aside rivalry, and just remeber what you actually love about football. Barcelona stands for none of it. The only good thing about them is Bojan, who will hopefully be sold this summer. Dios, I hope so!

But it was a hard choice, because I love Liverpool y Real Madrid equally. But like I said, the choice was pretty much made. I will never support a team that says racism is okay.

And I know that most of you don't care. Actually, most of my friends laugh when I tell them about Busquets and just how much I hate him. Fair enough, I suppose. Each to their own. But to me, racism is important. I don't care about the situation, it really doesn't have anything to do with what's going on. I care about what's being said, and what's being done with it, which of course, in this situation, is nothing.

I just can't sit here and enjoy a match when I know just what that one player repsesents, what his team tells their fans as they don't do anything about it. I just don't know how I'm suppose to respect that. Because respect is everything in football. At least it is to me. So yeah, it wasn't the result I was hoping for, however, I must say that I never believed Man United would win. As much as I hate Barca, I do know how good they are. And they are good. What they aren't though, is unbeatable. So perfectly proven by Real Madrid.

I hate comments such as "Barcelona is football" and that everyone else playes "Anti-football". If everyone played in the same style, football would become ridiculously boring and dull. And what exactly is wrong with defensive football? Sometimes you have to play according to the situation. There is also a reason why defenders exist in football. Just so people know that because it seems like a lot of people don't.

I'm not done with my football rant.

LAST ONE, I promise! There's just a lot happening today, footballwise!

(runs of to kickette y ondn_fb to double check that I didn't miss anything)

Okay. So like, Sergio Canales is obviously leaving Real Madrid this summer, which is you know, not a surprise as the boy never actually gets to play and all that jazz. But it has yet to be decided if it's only going to be a loan or if they are going to sell him. And like, he was super sweet when he spoke about it at the Fotball Draft event, where he said:

“Next week, I’ll meet with the club to speak about my future.  Being here is incredible for me, but I need to and I want to play.  It’s been a very complicated year, but there have been very many positive things.  It hasn’t been a lost year, because I’ve learned a lot.  My teammates helped me a lot during those moments when I played and I can tell I’ve learned a lot.  I haven’t left yet.  But if I leave and Madrid wants me to return, I would like to.  But first I have to know what I’m going to do.”

- via UnaMadridista.

He was also awarded the Best Teammate award during this event and was named into the Golden Team. Aw. How sweet isn't that?

I mean, like, gosh! Liverpool needs to buy him. For real. They need to get younger players anyway and he, I think, would be a nice addition to the midfield, which is still not the same after Xabi left... Not to mention that I sure would make my way over to Liverpool even more often, if you catch my drift? jajaja I'm also still hoping that we're gonna buy Bojan, but yeah... heh. doubt that'll ever happen. But it does seem that he too is on his way, leaving Barcelona behind (oh what a shame. . .), though nothing will be decided before after the Champion's League final on Saturday. We'll just have to wait and see. Transfer season is going to be interesting this year, I personally think.

Anyway, I'm very interested in seeing where he [Sergio Canales] ends up, and hopefully it'll be at a club in the EPL because that would have been great, and I think he would benefit a lot from playing in it. As long as its not some shitty team like, well, lets not name any names, shall we? I'll probably end up jinxing it. Probably have already. But seriously though, I really do honest to God believe that Liverpool need to invest in some young talent instead of just players with a fuck load of experience. This way they will get something fresh into the play, they will get to shape them and yeah. It has worked for Arsenal, hasn't it? they might not have won anything this season, but they are at the top 4 of the table. Admitidly, they should have been higher up, but something just seemed to fail them at the end of the season. But whatever. Ya'll get what I mean!

Jeg satt og så på LFC Torres skjorta mi, og jeg vet at alle synes det i grunner er relativt teit hvor opphengt jeg er i et menneske jeg aldri har møtt, og som jeg aldri kommer til å ha noe annet forhold til enn det jeg har nå. Men ja. Jeg kan ikke forklare hva det er for noe. Jeg kan ikke forklare hva Fernando Torres representerer for meg. Men jeg skal prøve. Det kan jo hende at dere får litt innsikt, om ikke minst. Man kan jo alltids håpe i alle fall.

Nando during the World Cup

Når jeg først så han, så må jeg innrømme at det selvsagt var en ekstremt overfladisk grunn til at jeg likte han. Jeg har ingen ting å skjule det bak heller siden han var skadet og ikke kunne spille ordentlig under the world cup. Mannen er pen, og det er ikke noe jeg kan gjøre med det, ei er det ikke noe jeg kan gjøre med min elsk for freckles. Det bare sånn det er. Eller, det er bare sånn det var. Men selvfølgelig, det er ikke det som er poenget mitt. For egentlig, hva har det å si om jeg likte han først pga utseende? Det er ikke grunnen til at jeg liker han nå, så jeg ser ikke problemet. Eller, jeg gjør vel egentlig det. Problemet er vel at jeg er en jente, og selvfølgelig så valgte jeg Fernando Torres som min favourite player fordi han var kjekk. Det er egentlig utrolig, hvordan man fremdeles blir sett ned på som jente når det kommer til sport. Spesielt kanskje når det kommer til fotball. Det er frustrerende å måtte konstant forsvare meg. Greit, greit. Jeg synes mannen er overmenneskelig vakker, men det er ikke derfor han er min favourite player nå. La det være kjent at jeg gjør min research før jeg langer ut om hvor fantastiske noen er til å sparke en ball, og det er det jeg har gjort med alle mine favourite players. Jeg har sett Epsañas Euro kamper, jeg har sett Atletico kamper. Og etter at jeg bestemte meg for å begynne å supporte Liverpool FC, så har jeg sett en god del gamle kamper. Jeg vet hva Fernado Torres er i stand til. Jeg vet hvor rask han kan være, at han nødvendigvis ikke er den mest tekniske spilleren som fins, men at beina hans er nærmest pure magic. Jeg vet, fordi jeg har sett og studert.

Fernando Torres var en av de mest elskede Liverpool spillerne etter at han kom til Anfield i 2007 som 23-åring. Jo mer han spilte, jo bedre ble han. På slutten av 2008 - 2009 sesongen hadde han scoret sitt 50 mål for klubben, i tillegg hadde han funnet sitt beste partnership yet med Liverpools Captain Fantastic; Steven Gerrard. Mannen med det blonde håret hadde vunnet hjertene til hver eneste LFC supporter som fantes, samt selvfølgelig, gjort 99% av the male population in Liverpool turn gay for him. El Niño had the world at his feet. Og alle ville ha han, spesielt Chelsea. 

Stevie & Nando during a goal celebration

Jeg kan helt ærlig si at nyheten om at han hadde gitt in en request om transfer knuste hjerte mitt totalt. Fernando Torres, Liverpool's no. 9 ville forlate oss for Chelsea. Jeg så det ikke komme, og jeg trodde aldri det kom til å skje. Eller, jeg viste at det kom til å skje, bare ikke at det ville skje da. Sommer, ja. Men ikke Jan/Feb.Men ting gikk som de gikk, og Fernando Torres er ikke lengere en Liverpool spiller.Og jeg må bare akseptere at jeg aldri kommer til å se han i Liverpool rødt igjen. Ting gikk ikke som han ville, og jeg skjønner at han tenkte Chelsea var en utvei. De sloss tross alt om første plass for øyeblikket mot Man United, mens Liverpool har klar å klamre seg til en 5 plass etter en sesong fra helvete. Jeg har som sagt gjort min research på han, og selvom man aldri kjenner en 'kjendis' uansett hvor mye man leser om det, så tror jeg at jeg har nok til å danne meg et bilde av han. Og slik jeg ser han, så er han en spiller som er desperat etter å vinne trofeer. Det har alltid vært hans drøm, og det er det fremdeles. Det får han kanskje til å høre kynisk og stormansgal ut, men om du tenker på det, tenker at det er en drøm han har hatt siden han begynte å spille, er det virkelig så galt av han? Premier League er den største leaguen i football, det betyr mye å vinne den, å få det trofeet. Av og til må man gjøre ting som ikke andre liker for å oppnå drømmene sine, og av og til må man tenke på seg selv. Jeg velger å tro at han holder LFC veldig høyt, og at det ikke var en enkel avgjørelse.

Men for meg, er det ikke bare om hvor talentful han er, og det er her, antar jeg, at store deler av grunnen til min 'obsession' over Torres tar plass. Jeg vet ikke hvordan jeg skal si det. Det er vanskelig å forklare noe du ikke engang kan ordentlig sette ord på i ditt eget hode. Det er som en følelse om jeg bare ikke vet hva jeg skal kalle. Jeg liker han fordi  han ikke snakker stygt om andre spillere til media, noe som enkelte spillere har gjort. Fordi han ikke liker å være midtpunkt, men alikevel stiller opp for venner og familie om de skulle trenge litt reklame hjelp, uansett hvor dårlig og lattelig det enn måtte være. Jeg beunderer han for hva han har oppnådd og for hvordan han fremdeles ikke har tre hoder. At han spilte så lenge for Atleticó som han gjorde når de fleste store klubbene ville ha han. At han ga LFC en ny sjangse i fjor sommer. Fordi han er en familie mann, og fordi det er skjeldent at man hører om historier som hans og Olallas. Fordi han har Nora og Leos navn på fotball skoene sine. Jeg liker han fordi han på en eller annen måte klarer å gjøre meg litt mindre kynisk og fordi han får meg til å revurdere ting. Jeg vet ikke hvorfor det er akkurat han. En person jeg ikke kjenner, aldri har møtt.

Jeg kan ikke forklare det, men det er sånn det er. Jeg antar at alle har noe som gir dem håp og styrke, Fernando Torres er den personen for meg. Jeg antar men kan si at han inspirerer meg. At han er noen jeg ser opp til.

ÅhHeisús altså.
Jeg er så påetterkant med disse essayene mine. Så nå forbereder jeg meg til en lang dag og natt med hard skriving. Jeg burde egentlig ha brukt hele gårdagen på å skrive, men hadde jo billetter til Liverpool kamp, og slikt kan man jo ikke gå glipp av! Pia og jeg måtte kaste oss på bussen som gikk kl 08:00 for å komme oss til Preston for å ta toget videre til Liverpool derfra. Og seriøst dere, herregud. Vi kom til Preston bus station, liksom, ikke sant? Også aner vi ikke hvordan vi kommer oss til togstasjoen, for selvom jeg har vært i Preston en god del ganger for å bytte tog eller bare for å shoppe, så har jeg aldri måtte gå til eller fra togstasjonen til noe sted. Jeg måtte spørre en gammel dame, og viste oss hvilken buss vi kunne ta etter 5 timer meg tenke ting. Pia og jeg hadde inner panic. Kl var liksom 09:05 og toget vårt gikk 09:15. Selvfølgelig så var bussjårøren driiitsein og en sur bitch (med en haug av tattooveringer og piercings) og brukte ti år på å starte bussen. Vi mista toget med bokstaveligtalk ett sekund. Som kanskje de fleste veit, så er ikke Preston verdens mest spennede togstasjon. Men er togstasjoer noen gang det? Og dere vet jo hvordan jeg er nå er først blir stressa. Jeg blir litt eh... on edge, kan man jo si. Heh. (eller hva, Anneilen? *hostkøbenhavn turhost*) Og jeg må innrømme at jeg sto vel kanskje litt for lenge å så på de små vinflaskene som sto i kjørledisken da Pia kjøpte frokost på WHSmith. Jeg endet opp med å kjøpe meg en baguett i stedenfor. For jeg var sulten (ingen tid til frokost) og hadde lyst på egg (kjøpte en eggebaguett). Selvfølgelig så hadde jeg klart å overse den pittelille skrifta som sa at det var en beguett med egg og tomat samt mayo. Ugh, hva er det med disse britene og den majonesen dems? Ew. Jeg ønsker jeg hadde gått for flaska med vin istedenfor. Det neste toget til Liverpool Lime Street was due to arrive at 10:15, noe som ga oss knappe 30 min til å komme oss til Anfield. ÅhHeisús, jeg hadde et mindre angst attack når jeg satt på toget. Men jeg fant frem Simmel (jeg blir overanskende bare mer og mer glad i han jo mer jeg leser hans essays) og begynte å skrive i blokka jeg tok med. Da vi kom til Lime Street var det bare å løpe bort til taxi køen hvor Pia ble kjørt på av den dumme taxi mannen og vi ble kjefta ned for å bruke mer enn ett sekund på å komme oss inn i taxien. Smh. Taxi mannen sa at han måtte slippe oss av litt før for politiet hadde stengt av veien borte med stadiumen, og vi sa det var greit. For seriøst, det å gå mot Anfield, og se alle menneskene gjøre det samme, alle med skjerf rundt halsen og sporting a red shirt... There is nothing like it. Vi kom akkurat i tide til spillinga av "You'll Never Walk Alone" and I swear, if anything, that never fails to fill my heart with pride and it's simply impossible to explain. Det er bare noe man må oppleve. Det gir meg gåsehud hver eneste gang. There is no place like Anfield. Sure, det er ikke den største banen i verden, langt fra, Anfield er utrolig liten, jeg finner at jeg fremdeles blir overasket når jeg drar dit, men stemningen og magien er så stor og overveldene, at alt annet blir ubetydelig.

Og setene vår. Ååååh, dere aner ikke. De var såå bra. Så utrolig bra. Vi satt rett over the place where the players enter and exit the pitch, and fuck, we were close to the pitch! Jeg hørte Pepe Reina snakke. Jeg. Hørte. Han. Snakke. Åh Hellige San Iker, er dere klar over hvor mye jeg elsker English with a Spanish accent? Hvor mye jeg elsker Pepe Reina? Ogogogoooog! Jeg.Fikk.Sett.Martin Škrtel.På.Nært.Hold. Jeg skulle ta bilder, men har ikke lader til kameraet mitt, og mobilen min, vel ikke den beste kvaliteten kanskje. Samt at den er like kjap. Men jeg tok bilder. Ikke bra bilder, og ingen bilder av Pepe eller Škrtel på nærthold, men det får så være.

Pepe Reina. THIS MAN!!!

Kampen i segselv var sikkelig bra, vi vant kanskje ikke 5 - nil som last time, men jeg skal ikke klage over 3- nil either, for å si det sånn! Kampen var mot Newcastle, og deres supportere var livlige. Mye mer so enn det Kop var denne gangen. Og dere skulle hørt dem nå Andy Carroll kom på for å varme opp! "He shoots, he misses. He hits, he fucking misses." (dog jeg later som om jeg ikke egentlig tror de rope: "He shoots, he misses. He hits his fucking misses" for det er bare ikke kult) De er ikke så glad i han etter at han transfered during the Jan/Feb window, I s'pose... Ofc, as a reply, he got a standing ovation everytime he did anything. Hva jeg ikke likte however, var når Newcastle begynte en chant om en spiller, jeg klarte aldri å finne ut hvem, alt jeg fikk med meg var: "He shagged a lad, he shagged a lad." Unødvendig. Å noe så jævelig også. Folk kan få love til å chante så mye de vil, så lenge det ikke har ett rasistisk eller homophobic budskap. So I was kinda like: Pia og jeg er også overbevist om at vi hørte dem synge: "Steven Gerrard. Steven Gerrard." Noe som ikke gir mye mening siden Stevie er ute resten av sesongen (sigh, when will I get to see this man play?!) og siden, eh, han spiller på Liverpool. Who knows... Gorgies... Ofc, LFC had their own chants like: "Du du du dururu du du du dururu Luis Suarez!" (personal favourite, this is.) and "Maxi. Maxi Rodriguez runs up the win for me. Druru durutu duru durutu" (tune: Heartbeat fra dene derre Med Hjarte På Rette Stadan elns). Og 'Fields Of Anfield Road' could be heard as well, samt "Dalglish. Dalglish." Men vet dere hva som var like bra som our win? Når kampen var ferdig og spillerne begynte å ta av seg skjortene. Åh, for the love of San Iker og Jesús Navas. dere aner ikke.Pia og jeg bare droola all over the place. Meireles, Carra, Johnson... it was almost too much. And then they started hugging and grabbing each other. I HAVE NO WORDS. I just wish Pepe and Skittle (yes, that's my nickname for Skrtel, okay?) would do it too. Can you imagine? I might have been charged for assult or something. And as we walked back to Lime Street (takes about 30 min or something), Pia and I happily talked about how we're going to Stamford Bridge next season and watch a match and after (and this is the best part ofc) we'll stand outside the player's entrance (oh my mind!! It's to dirty for my own good. Seems I've been slashing it up too much lately) and wait for Nando to come out (if he's still there after the transfer season. It doesn't really matter, we'll go to where ever he is, really) and I will faint and Pia will keep him from leaving so I get to have a picture taken with him and tell him that he is fucking amazing and and he'll blush and those beautiful freckles of his will stand out even more and I'll die on the inside because gosh, is there anything more adorable then a blushing Fernando Torres with a slight smile on his face? (the answer is no, if you were wondering.)