Whether you’re a Red or a Blue, this is for all of Liverpool, too. Let bygones be bygones, bury your differences, go and cheer them on. Your club is not mine but let it be the Blues in ’09! Christopher T. George

7:00 AM: I’m riding on the Marc to D.C in front of Sven-Göran Eriksson: the ex- England-and-now-Mexico football coach sits drowsing behind me (we’re facing backwards toward Baltimore), and it isn’t Sven but just a man who looks like him (he’s got Sven-Göran’s silver hair and trademark silver-rimmed spectacles). He detrains at New Carrollton before […]

Lad, it hurts me to say it — I wish you might have been a Liverpool lad forever more — but you’ve done well at Toon. You grabbed the shining jewels, swept them up, a Magpie who cleaned up in the last minutes, stole it when it looked hopeless. Christopher T. George

I achieve a “Who’s on First” moment”* when I tell my Mum: “Liverpool’s playing Toulouse.” A so-so match made special by a net-bulger by Andriy Voronin just before the half: are the Reds headed for the Champs League Final once more? Just don’t fall at the final gate, lads!

Three days after Beckham made another million coming off the bench in a downpour to help the LA Galaxy lose to DC United, as I drive into the garage, I spy Rodney with his cap and gold tooth wearing the England shirt of no. 7: “Beckham.” I greet him and he tells me “But that’s […]