People ask why I love 90s football so much. It’s because it reminds me of why I fell in love with Liverpool and the game in the first place. It wasn’t perfect, but it felt real. The tackles, the rivalries, the characters. You could feel every kick. Supporting Liverpool meant living for Saturday, being heartbroken by a defeat and buzzing for days after a win. I still love Liverpool. That will never change. But today’s game feels so soft, so driven by money and so riddled with decisions that leave you questioning everything. It feels corrupt, and it’s exhausting. Even when we win, I sometimes come away angry about the game instead of happy about the result. That’s the saddest part. Something that’s given me so much joy now leaves me frustrated far too often. Maybe there’s nostalgia in it, but I miss getting lost in the football. I miss that feeling.