<PERSON>: The Last Symbol
There goes my hero, watch him as he goes
My Earliest memory of <PERSON> is something I didnt know at the time would grow into an inspiration. I was 9 years old, I wasn't even watching regular football then. I was raised into Australian Football whereas my extended family were die hard Liverpool fans.
It was early 2009, I was staying with my extended family over the holidays, Liverpool were in a title race, there was a game at 5 am against Arsenal at Anfield. I remember a russian maniac netting 4 goals against Liverpool, but my most vivid memory of that experience is a player in an all Red kit, with long blonde locks, not running, but gliding across a green surface, scoring a brace.
By my own decision I really grew into football when I was 15, I wanted a change of scene. 950
Something that gave me chills, an atmosphere uncomparable. I looked back on my memories, what I remember from games, and what I experienced.
And <PERSON> always stuck.
His career is comparable to a rollercoaster, going from best striker in the world to '<PERSON>'. Chelsea 'flop' to Chelsea 'Legend'. Magical when it mattered. Big European cups.
Score a goal, and I am inspired to go to <PERSON> celebrations.
Run to the corner Flag, knee slide to sit, arms crossed.
More than a sporting icon for me, hero is a term but maybe thats not even enough.
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