LFC vs Sunderland 1992 FA final: why I fell in love with Reds in the roughest places of all
First of all, I don't remember a thing about that game besides the scoreline. What I do remember is what I felt - and that still speaks volumes for me.
It wasn't the best time for me: my parents just divorced, my school sucked, I was surrounded by criminals (90% of virtually all my mates at the time) and all kind of addicts. Life, in general, was pretty rough and tough in the east of Ukraine, with people killing and fighting each other for fun daily.
I was a true fan of my local team - Shakhtar Donetsk - but it was more a case when you have to date at least someone because there' isn't anyone prettier in the neighbourhood and there isn't much to do. Basically, there was no real escapism besides books about history, old school techno, hip hop and playing football with my friends.
One day I came to my grandad's place. When he was switching TV channels, I asked him, "Hey, stop, let's watch this football, I like the shirts of these guys!" Maaan, It was the aura, the swag, the style, the energy about Liverpool that struck the chord with me straight away, although I didn't know much about them. It was like "Fucking hell, these guys are super cool, I'm their fan now!"
I still struggle for words to explain why exactly I fell in love with Liverpool. That feeling just came from nowhere and still remains to this day.