Best day bar none. In the stadium and at the parade to see us be crowned champions was very very special. Forever grateful to Arne Slot for an unbelievable weekend and a season to remember. Best of luck to him and up the Reds❤️💪
From signing as an 9 year old boy, to leaving as a 25 year old man. This club has let me fulfill things that dreams are made of. It’s been an honour to wear this shirt, rub shoulders with legends and play for the greatest set of fans in the world. Thankyou Liverpool, YNWA❤️
If you get a chance tonight, could you give my small business a RT please & make us visible to even more reds. Social media is our only real form of advertising so every new follow/interaction really helps us out.
Nice one ❤️
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We are Ireland. The country tied for the most wins, the only one to ever win three in a row and our capital city Dublin has hosted the contest the most times.
Sure Sweden may break our win record soon, and we aren’t as loved as Italy, but at least we leave with integrity.
👏👏 Thanks Paul, long overdue article on what I believe is the biggest issue for our team right now.
Not ability, not quality, not commitment, all of which I believe are still there in abundance but smothered under a blanket of grief and loss. Give them time they'll be back.
Are you a football fan baffled by what's happening at Liverpool?
I thought it was time to share my views on what's happening.
If you like it, please share it with anyone who might be interested.
The Root Cause Of Liverpool's Problems: https://t.co/FKBaiUyb6w
A Lithuanian man (34) who had 34 videos of the worst category of child sex abuse material, the longest of which was over 1 hour, has walked free from the CCJ after receiving a suspended sentence.
��️ "Some people don't really seem to understand what being a Liverpool supporter is. To call out our Premier League-winning manager and the players who represent our club in the most over the top way – what's that about?"
📺 This week's free show in full: https://t.co/Rmf6Kbh8Sr
'We’ve all lost people and we’ve all had to go into work and act normal about it - even months later when outsiders might think that you’re alright. That alone can be physically draining. Now, do that while trying to defend a title.
'That’s not offered as an excuse. It’s just something they’ve had to live with and we have no way of knowing what it's doing to them on a day-to-day basis.'
✍️ Karl Coppack’s column…
👉 Read here: https://t.co/XrOkgE1kpQ
Rest in peace, Patricia Routledge 🙏🏻
In memory of her, I encourage everyone to read these words of hers from February last year.
Whether young or old, you're bound to get something out of it.
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"I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry — worry that I wasn’t quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldn’t live up to my mother’s hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.
My life didn’t quite take shape until my forties. I had worked steadily — on provincial stages, in radio plays, in West End productions — but I often felt adrift, as though I was searching for a home within myself that I hadn’t quite found.
At 50, I accepted a television role that many would later associate me with — Hyacinth Bucket, of Keeping Up Appearances. I thought it would be a small part in a little series. I never imagined that it would take me into people’s living rooms and hearts around the world. And truthfully, that role taught me to accept my own quirks. It healed something in me.
At 60, I began learning Italian — not for work, but so I could sing opera in its native language. I also learned how to live alone without feeling lonely. I read poetry aloud each evening, not to perfect my diction, but to quiet my soul.
At 70, I returned to the Shakespearean stage — something I once believed I had aged out of. But this time, I had nothing to prove. I stood on those boards with stillness, and audiences felt that. I was no longer performing. I was simply being.
At 80, I took up watercolour painting. I painted flowers from my garden, old hats from my youth, and faces I remembered from the London Underground. Each painting was a quiet memory made visible.
Now, at 95, I write letters by hand. I’m learning to bake rye bread. I still breathe deeply every morning. I still adore laughter — though I no longer try to make anyone laugh. I love the quiet more than ever.
I’m writing this to tell you something simple:
Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter — if you let yourself bloom again.
Let these years ahead be your TREASURE YEARS.
You don’t need to be famous. You don’t need to be flawless.
You only need to show up — fully — for the life that is still yours.
With love and gentleness,
Patricia Routledge
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Once more, rest in peace. 🤍