What a season, to have finished on 97 points but still not win the league just shows how phenomenal Liverpool have had to be in order to keep up with Manchester City and Pep Guardiola.

Opposition fans can continue to try and wind us up all they want with their claim we were 10 points clear (we weren’t) and their accusations of us bottling it but they’re just miffed that they can no longer take the mick out of this football club because they’re an absolute gulf away from us. 

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To celebrate the season I thought I’d do a blog post with a few of my highlights from 2018/2019 and of course we still have that massive Champions League final to look forward to!

Thanks for reading this season folks, as you’ve probably noticed I don’t get chance to blog anywhere near as much as I used to and 2019 has been crazy! I moved out of the parents’ house, got another promotion and also got engaged so it’s all been going on! While I may not blog as often you will still definitely see me writing as it’s something I’ve always enjoyed.

Let me know what your highlights of the season were on Twitter: @LFCKirstyLFC

Personal Highlights:

Sturridge equaliser against Chelsea

Way back in September, Liverpool had started the season well and I was out for the weekend in London with me fella and our mates. We’d booked tickets to see Thriller Live and I didn’t realise that the time would mean we’d miss most of the match.

Having managed to watch the first half in the hotel we had to set out to get to the theatre but phone signals were shocking and I was struggling to keep up to speed with the score. I knew when I left we were 1-0 down but basically didn’t know much else at all.

We’d joined the queue for the theatre behind a family and all I could do was wait and hope that eventually I got signal, but I never did. Then out of nowhere, the bloke in front pulled his phone out his pocket and said “ohh blady ell Daniel Sturridge has equalised in the last minute” (he was a Chelsea fan). I’m like “what?!” shouting get in and doing the Sturridge dance, this poor bloke must have hated me but I couldn’t help it, even at that stage of the season, for me I knew how massive it was for us to continue to pick up points and that Sturridge goal was huge. Even better when I finally got to see it haha.

The Everton goal

It’s December, it’s a chilly one and I’m in The George Wallis in Wolverhampton, one of my favourite places to watch the footy. There’s barely anyone in the pub today which is strange cause it’s often rammed. Despite this, there is an Everton fan, a huge Everton fan, so much so that he blasted out Z-cars off his phone in the pub prior to kick off.

Fair enough I thought, this could be an interesting one. I didn’t for one second think Everton would actually cause us any bother but they did! The game dragged on and on and on but Liverpool could not find the back of the net. This match at Anfield began to feel like a banana skin and I just didn’t want to deal with the backlash from this now steadily drunk Evertonian in the pub.

But, in the 96th minute, out of absolutely nowhere, a spooned shot from Virgil van Dijk found its way towards goalkeeper Jordan Pickford. Most players in a Red shirt had already turned back expecting the final whistle and an easy catch for the keeper but Pickford cocked it up and who was waiting? Divock Origi. I went absolutely crazy but not as crazy as the Everton fan he was shoving the table and chairs out the way, throwing the menus on the floor, hilarious!

Pickford’s puzzled face was an absolute picture!

Spurs late win

It was Mother’s Day and I’d moved out of the parent’s house at this stage of the season so I popped round to Mom and Dad’s to see me Mom and watch the match.

My poor old Mom was basically deafened by 90 minutes. At this stage against Spurs I truly felt like we simply had to keep winning, I knew realistically we’d still be dropping points but this game felt huge and when Moura cancelled out Firmino’s goal after 70 minutes I just felt absolutely gutted.

I was sat on the edge of me Mom’s sofa biting all my nails off just hoping and praying there would be another chance. At this stage we were piling the pressure on City and a another win would have been massive.

At 90 minutes it came, Liverpool sure know how to wreck your nerves. Salah headed towards goal after a great cross from Trent and while the goal went down as Alderweireld it was the Egyptian who caused all the havoc. I screamed my bloody head off, jumping round me Mom’s living room absolutely elated. I don’t think she’d expect anything less from me on Mother’s Day to be fair! Haha.

The Barcelona masterclass

Unbelieveable. Still as I type this I cannot believe what Liverpool did that night. Those who know me and those who follow the blog will know that I’m ever the optimist and a very rose-tinted fan but not even I thought we could actually get through that night.

I genuinely thought we’d score and I knew we’d give it a bloody good go but I couldn’t convince myself that Barcelona would fail to find the net, that’s why it was so hard to take when Liverpool played so well at the Nou Camp but failed to get an away goal.

As I sat down in the Cleveland (another one of my favourite pubs to watch football in), I always sit in the same spot on the stage/dancefloor area right in front of the big drop down screen. I’d got my ciders ready and I’d had a belly full of pub grub, sod it I thought, if we go out let’s go out with a bang.

Of course, what followed was simply stunning. After just seven minutes Divock Origi had scored for the Reds, without Mo Salah and Roberto Firmino, Liverpool were reliant on players who don’t necessarily get the game time but Divock, as he has proved every time he’s been called upon this season, was fully capable of finding the net.

I looked at the fella and sort of pulled a “here we go” face, we were still in dreamland at this point if we truly thought we could silence Barcelona but if we had any chance at all that early goal would help us massively.

The Reds, despite their efforts, then failed to find the net for the remainder of the first half. To add to this, Luis Suarez had also injured the influential Andy Robertson meaning Gini Wijnaldum had to take his place.

Barca were probably dead chuffed at this sub, Robbo had been creating issues for them all night. Little did they know the Dutchman had plans to break their hearts.

Gini scored twice within two minutes and I simply could not believe what I was watching. I screamed like I’ve never screamed before, I’d seen Liverpool pull off some stunning results but this was special. So special that I was practically crying at this point, my voice was breaking as I tried to speak to my brother on the phone who was watching elsewhere “I car (can’t in yam-yam speak) believe it, I car believe this!” I kept saying.

Then came the icing on the cake, the ticket to Madrid, the final that Liverpool thoroughly deserved as Divock Origi found his second of the night and left the travelling Barca fans absolutely gobsmacked.

I will never forget that match and after the season Liverpool have had, I hope we end the season with number 6!

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