You must have noticed it, especially if you live outside Liverpool. It’s impossible not to. Every football supporter you know who doesn’t have his own dog in the race wants the Reds to win the Title. This isn’t just a slight preference either. It can come with a zeal which is strange in a world where allegiance to the crest demands you speak cautiously or grudgingly before offering a compliment to someone else’s colours. But that’s what is happening. The neutrals want Liverpool to win. Not the referees – as the demented Mourinho is now saying – but the fans.
A lot of you will already be saying ‘who cares?’ Football is so tribal that, in truth, it’s often gratifying to be feared, envied and even hated. I certainly look forward to the day when people are pig-sick of us lifting yet another trophy in yet another one-horse title race or predictably one-sided cup final. But in the meantime I like the acclaim. We deserve it too.
For, let’s be honest, there’s another side to being a footy supporter (we’re complex, subtle and multi-dimensional figures, us fans!) that warms to third-party appreciation. I’ll never forget in 1994 overhearing a group of Geordies on a train leaving Lime Street soon after they’d seen the standing Kop for the last time. They were marvelling to each other about that final ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’ when, in response to the away supporters’ chant, we’d hoisted the flags and scarves a few minutes before the end and given them a last, cherished, memory of the anthem. These Geordies had loved it – and I’d loved hearing them. I recall, too, a good friend, a Man United fan since boyhood, telling me after we’d watched Johnny Barnes tearing his team apart at Old Trafford in 1990, that our man was better than Best. The same feeling – tribute was being paid and it was nice to receive it.
We like that don’t we? The sincere, freely-given compliment, the tone of affection, respect or awe when your club is mentioned. Imagine if you were a Chelsea fan. You’d never hear it. That’s why I like it right now, in this month of April, when yet another mate takes the claret and blue or lilywhite scales from his eyes, forgets the spite and drops the sarcasm for a moment, and says “Christ, I really hope Liverpool do it.” The neutrals are now on our side folks and there’s nothing we can do about it....
Show me a mate you know who likes football and doesn’t want to see Gerrard get his medal? I’ll show you someone who doesn’t love life enough!