Red Dreams

Chapter 5

Seeing as I won't be here to upload on Friday, I'll give you this chapter now :) off to Anfield tomorrow. The nerves are excruciating D:

Let me know what you think :) xx

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Eleven red players stood proudly on the pitch, the Liverbird stood proudly on each one of their chests. The red men admired the view in front of their eyes. The Main Stand glistened with red and white as scarves were held high into the sky. 'You'll Never Walk Alone' rang around Anfield, seeming like it was echoing throughout Merseyside for the entirety of the North West to hear. Steven Gerrard, Jamie Carragher, Daniel Agger, Lucas Leiva, Glen Johnson, Jose Enrique, Jordan Henderson, Stewart Downing, Pepe Reina, Luis Suarez and my own baby brother Dylan Travis began to shake the hands of those eleven players in blue, our main city rivals and the tough opponents we were up against today. Everton.

Dylan shook the hand of Nikica Jelavic , gave a wry smile and jogged into position closest to the Main Stand and placed his hands on his hips. The number 17 stood out from the back of his red shirt, our family name of Travis beaming proudly for the entire world to see. This made me prouder than anything; prouder than any red stood on that pitch, playing their hearts out for this beloved team, prouder than any Liverpool fan stood in the stands ready to yell their glorious team on to victory today. The jubilation I felt towards Dylan wearing that shirt was indescribable. Ever since he was a little boy, all he'd talk about was Liverpool Football Club. Everyday he'd get away with wearing one of their many shirts, home or away, modern or vintage. Mum was never happy with it but it kept Dylan indefinitely happy and that's really all that mattered. We grew up in West London, and unfortunately the three teams we were closest to were Chelsea, Fulham and QPR. As Dylan progressed through youth team football with his primary school, more and more top clubs began to scout the lad and became interested in the talent Dylan withheld. Soon enough he was being enrolled at QPR's youth academy, running riot around 13 year old defenders and nutmegging the hell out of right backs!

But he still held Liverpool FC inside of him, still cherished them in his heart considerably. Once he came home crying because QPR had just beaten Liverpool in a youth team match 5-2 and he scored a hattrick against them. He was just that dedicated to his beloved Reds that nothing else compared.

As you can imagine, when he heard of Liverpool's interest, he was over the moon. And especially because Aaron was to be signed up with him in a double player package deal, you could probably tell how hyper he got. Liverpool FC was Dylan's entire life, he literally lived and breathed the entire club and was immersed in it completely everyday of his life.

That's why I cried like a little baby when he scored his first ever professional goal, and he'd scored it for his pride and joy. After a beautifully weighted 40 yard pass from Gerrard to find an unmarked Luis Suarez on the edge of the box, the move had begun.

It was the second half of the Merseyside derby and the Reds were 2-0 up from the first half; Gerrard and Suarez respectively on the score sheet. The Reds were dominating; every pass and every tackle was perfection. They were on fire. And I'm not being bias when I say this, but Dylan was definitely man of the match. He'd nabbed both assists for both the goals too! This was the best game he'd ever played in a Reds shirt. And in the 60th minute, that was confirmed. Gerrard's perfect ball was played to Suarez, the Uruguayan did his magic, nutmegging and turning defenders in his wake. A split second later he found Dylan in the centre of the penalty area, yelling for Suarez's pass. At first, it looked as if Luis had maybe put too much power on the pass. Dylan had to control the ball in the air, tap it down and hammer it on the half volley. The finish was exquisite and the roar of the Kop was even more stunning. History had been made right in front of their eyes. Dylan celebrated the goal like a senior, bowing and blowing kissed to the people of the Kop. It was clearly evident that this wonder boy, the new darling of Anfield, now loved these fans just as much as they loved him.

Yet all the glory and the winning of the Merseyside derby, the bragging rights LFC now held throughout the city didn't mean anything after that night. The win only stayed in our minds for a couple of hours. What was to happen next would changed everything in my entire life.

Nothing would ever be the same again.