this is not anfield, but it might as well be.
For the way we defended today, for the perfectly scripted jammy goal, for the silence in Stamford Bridge, for the toppling of records and the continual inscription of hope, thank you. Sean was running late and I took an ill-timed trip to the bathroom, so ironically, we both missed the scoring of the goal, but I heard the cheering from down the hall and skidded back to the couch where I clenched my hands into fists and punched them silently into the air. I was wearing my Agger shirt -- it's been almost year since I could wear it with confidence that it would mean something -- and seeing him play so assertively was the icing on the cake. Mascherano, Alonso, Stevie, Riera, Jamie fucking Carragher, and most of all Rafa: thank you.