I am crying and shaking right now. Our lost son stood with dignity dripping from his soul before the dugouts like the Statue Of Liberty in front of all them big buildings. Impassive.
His warrior soul lost in the London lights like a Hendrix guitar solo as the wind cries Rafael. Shankly came down from Heaven to cradle Rafael’s crushed heart like a wounded songbird. “It’s alright son” said Bill “There’ll always be a place for you inside my gates that were named after me.”
As his head, so big because it’s full of love and dignity, sinks on his chest, the distant throbbing of “You’ll Never Walk Alone” reverberates in his heart. His BIG heart.
He knows we are keeping it warm for him. Every goal Chelsea concede is like a dagger in the groin of a saint. This fine dignified man will return home. One day.
I am going to bed now, where I can cry and shake in solitude and respect. Rafael’s dignity demands it.
And all because one his substitutions worked.
