He's Big, He's Red, His Feet Stick Out The Bed

PETER CROUCH, PETER CROUUUUCH

And didn't he deliver a beautiful goal, right in front of us on New Years Eve?!



Rob was finally on the mend after going to the walk-in clinic and getting some antibiotics and not a moment too soon either. On New Year's Eve, he and I took the train up to Liverpool to watch the Liverpool v West Bromwich Albion match. Rich and Jules' friends Debbie, Dan and Andy managed to get us tickets in the 2nd row of the Kop. No match on TV can compare to the excitement around the stadium on match day when 45,000 other supporters are parading around in their Liverpool scarves and shirts. I haven't had the opportunity to experience it enough so I'm still completely mesmerized by it all.


Outside the Shankly Gates at Anfield


Stevie Gerrard--What a man!


Harry Kewell fixes his hair. This was about the only thing I saw that reminded me of my own game.

Would have been great to get a slew of photos but neither of us could bear to look through a camera lense when we had the real action right in front of us.

Liverpool won the game 1-0 due to a lovely goal from Peter Crouch--he must have been only 15 feet away from us during his goal celebration so it was fantastic.

Coming home again, our taxi told us we couldn't get dropped off right at the train station as there were fireworks going on but he could get us close. As he dropped us off, he told us to just go behind this building and the train station would be there. As we rounded the corner, we found ourselves in the midst of a giant New Years Eve celebration with fireworks and flames and loud music and tons of people. It was as if the entire city was celebrating Liverpool's win! We made our way through the crowd singing "Time Warp" from Rocky Horror Picture Show all the way to the train station where we somehow managed to find a train back to Birminham (not as easy as it sounds).