At Anfield, the stands were awash with a sea of red as fans waved Liverpool scarves above their heads, singing loudly together the anthem, "You'll Never Walk Alone."
In the Spion Kop, Liverpool's most iconic stand, the crowd erupted in fervent cheers, a wall of unwavering passion. On the opposite end, the traveling City fans huddled together—smaller in number, but no less spirited—chanting, clapping, defiantly holding their ground. It was a clash of noise, pride, and loyalty. The battle in the stands was as fierce as any on the pitch.
Richard stood in the VIP box, taking it all in. He drew a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and smiled.
The Premier League. Anfield. I've made it.
This wasn't just a stadium. It was a cathedral of football. Just like Wembley, known as the Home of Football, Old Trafford as the Theatre of Dreams, Highbury for its Arsenal Way, and White Hart Lane, loved for its intimacy and the fierce North London derby clashes.
