OT: How'd you come to be a red?

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Dad supports them, older brother supports them and mum is a manc supporter so always sided with the boys when I was young <ok>

Ps you're all old <ok>
 
My parents were in Liverpool when I was born... passing by the stadium when my mother started going into labour... A young man who had just signed for Liverpool the year before, Kenny Dalglish, happened to be passing by as my mum went into labour... He had experience delivering babies from his time in Scotland, due to the lack of hospitals, or other advanced institutions there- so he helped during my birth.

He wrapped me in a Liverpool flag as I was born... hence, I was born a red.


Actually... the above is actually a load of bollocks! <ok>
I was born in Cheshire... in my elementary school age 4 or 5 the standard question asked of anyone was "Red or Blue" (Liverpool fan or Everton fan)... you weren't really given an option to support anyone else. I picked Liverpool for two reasons.

1) I preferred the colour red.
2) I had heard of Liverpool and knew it was close by. I had never heard of Everton and didn't know where the city of Everton was! <whistle>

Actually 3rd reason... most of the kids were red- so there was peer pressure there too I suppose! <laugh>


Strangely enough- I didn't really start following all that closely until in my teens- wasn't much of a sports fan before then- could name a handful of players but couldn't tell you who was winning the league... I was more of an F1 fan. College age I was half Football half F1 in my following.

Around about 2003 I started transitioning to being more of a Football fan than an F1 fan. Now- I try to watch every Liverpool game but maybe only watch one F1 race a season.

It's only really the last decade or so that I've been a "strong fan" as opposed to just someone who casually watches now and then.
 
Milk said:
My parents were in Liverpool when I was born... passing by the stadium when my mother started going into labour... A young man who had just signed for Liverpool the year before, Kenny Dalglish, happened to be passing by as my mum went into labour... He had experience delivering babies from his time in Scotland, due to the lack of hospitals, or other advanced institutions there- so he helped during my birth.

He wrapped me in a Liverpool flag as I was born... hence, I was born a red.


Actually... the above is actually a load of bollocks! <ok>
I was born in Cheshire... in my elementary school age 4 or 5 the standard question asked of anyone was "Red or Blue" (Liverpool fan or Everton fan)... you weren't really given an option to support anyone else. I picked Liverpool for two reasons.

1) I preferred the colour red.
2) I had heard of Liverpool and knew it was close by. I had never heard of Everton and didn't know where the city of Everton was! <whistle>

Actually 3rd reason... most of the kids were red- so there was peer pressure there too I suppose! <laugh>


Strangely enough- I didn't really start following all that closely until in my teens- wasn't much of a sports fan before then- could name a handful of players but couldn't tell you who was winning the league... I was more of an F1 fan. College age I was half Football half F1 in my following.

Around about 2003 I started transitioning to being more of a Football fan than an F1 fan. Now- I try to watch every Liverpool game but maybe only watch one F1 race a season.

It's only really the last decade or so that I've been a "strong fan" as opposed to just someone who casually watches now and then.
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You seriously thought you needed to explain that...? <laugh>
 
Zingy said:
Also, there's a Led Zepplin song called Kashmir. Which was named after the region of which jonnybaws speaks of, but the lyrics actually had nothing to do with the place. Instead the song is about a long never ending road through the Moroccan desert.

#Interesting
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You sure you're not thinking of "Marrakesh(sic) Express"?:)

I don't recall any mention of Morocco in "Kashmir". It's just full of meandering hippy lyrics as far as I remember.
 
saintanton said:
You sure you're not thinking of "Marrakesh(sic) Express"?:)

I don't recall any mention of Morocco in "Kashmir". It's just full of meandering hippy lyrics as far as I remember.
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That was Crosby, Stills and Nash! Nothing to do with Led Zepplin
 
bow4fowler &#9734;;6847154 said:
Kashmir is a Zeppelin song mate, unless you're suggesting they covered the song which I wasn't aware of.
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I think he was suggesting Marrakesh Express is a Crosby, Stills and Nash song <whistle> ....however I'm pretty sure Saint wasn't suggesting it was a Zep song......and I'm also pretty sure there's a thread for this **** <laugh>
 
saintanton said:
You sure you're not thinking of "Marrakesh(sic) Express"?:)

I don't recall any mention of Morocco in "Kashmir". It's just full of meandering hippy lyrics as far as I remember.
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Nothing specific according to this copy-and-paste job:

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
with stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space to be where I have been
To sit with elders of a gentle race this world has seldom seen
who talk of days for which they sit and wait
When all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
Sounds caress my ear
Though not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear, whoa-oh-hoh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Oooh, oh, baby, I've been flyin' No, yeah
Mama cares, ain't no denyin'
Oh, oooh yes, I've been flyin'
My mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin', no

Oh, all I see turns to brown as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand as I scan this wasted land
Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I've been, ah-ah, ah-ah

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
like thoughts inside a dream
who hid the path that led me to that place
with yellow desert screen
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
sure as the dust that blows high in June
when movin' through Kashmir

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails
Across the sea of years
with no provision but an open face along the straits of fear
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-hoh, oh, ohh

Whoa, when I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way you stay, yeah-eah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down, oh
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, ooh, my baby, let me take you there
Oh, oh, come on, come on, oh, let me take you there
Let me take you there, woo, yeah-yeah, woo, yeah-yeah
Let me take you there
let me take you there
 
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