I am crying and shaking right now. Luis the Beautiful – his tiny sparrow heart paradiddling against his breast – he KNEW he had to try something. Anything.
Ivanovic the Thug thrust his arm towards our God in an obscenely vulgar gesture of petulance. Luis, with benign divinity graciously forgave the Visigoth and kissed his arm in glorious beatification. Ivanovic in fear of the Lord of Anfield jerked his arm into Luis’ mouth.
Luis couldn’t breathe. His eyes bulging, he fought for breath. Casting the foul-tasting arm away, he reeled towards the Kop. His DaVinci-esque features distorted into a gargoyle aberration. How we wept to see him so.
No comforting arm was placed around his stooping shoulders. Luis cried alone for an instant. Then the epiphany. We are LIVERPOOL FOOTBALL CLUB.
He would never walk alone. He knew that.
Imagine being Luis right now. He is probably crying and shaking too.
Much wronged like Andy in Shawshank. We should be his Morgan Freemans only white. We will give him the metaphorical little hammer and Holy Book to hide it in.
We cannot lose this moment or this man.
I would kill myself, but I can’t stop my hand from shaking long enough.
YNWA J4LS