That was a weekend to remember. Up by 4.30 on Saturday morning, my train to Gloucester was at just after 6 from Salisbury and I needed to drive and park up before settling down for a couple of hours and then meeting with Paul and Lewis. Paul was kindly driving to Liverpool and had sorted out some accommodation for us too which meant I could relax a bit.
The trip went very smoothly with just the odd hiccup, the first of which was taking the turning before ours off a roundabout which gave us the opportunity to experience the glories of the Mersey Tunnel, twice as we had to get back on the other side of the river to find the correct location. It then turned out we had the wrong post code and were about two miles from our proper destination. However, we did that easily enough and then found parking easily, very close to the ground and and not far from the digs.
Thereafter it was just brilliant, the ground at the end of the road, great pubs and lots of people getting ready for the game, the atmosphere building. To be under the gates to Anfield, to see the photos of the players, to walk out from the stadium concourse under the seating and into the stadium proper, all were magical moments.
We had barely started before Bobby Firmino had scored and we got to sing his song and although Saints equalised, Darwin Nunez scored twice before half time to make the result a comfortable one. We got to see all three goals right in front of us, got to sing You'll Never Walk Alone at the end of the game and all in glorious sunshine.
The long day did catch up with us and we had an early night after a few more drinks, the long drive and train journey ahead. Having got a direct train to Gloucester, the return was a 4 change marathon but I ended up leaving the others at Bristol instead and only had two changes, home just after 4 in the evening, in time for Juno's walk.
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