Today, as every day, we remember Diogo Jota and André Silva, who tragically passed away one year ago.
Through immeasurable loss and incalculable pain, the impact they made and the legacies they left behind - not only within the footballing world, but in the hearts and minds of so many around the world - has shone through over the last 12 months.
All of our love, support, thoughts and prayers continue to be with Diogo and André's families, friends and all those whose lives were touched by them.
Forever in our hearts, forever our number 20 ❤️
We have installed a permanent memorial at Anfield in tribute to Diogo Jota and his brother André Silva, on the eve of the first anniversary of their tragic passing ❤We have installed a permanent memorial at Anfield in tribute to Diogo Jota and his brother André Silva, on the eve of the first anniversary of their tragic passing ❤We have installed a permanent memorial at Anfield in tribute to Diogo Jota and his brother André Silva, on the eve of the first anniversary of their tragic passing ❤We have installed a permanent memorial at Anfield in tribute to Diogo Jota and his brother André Silva, on the eve of the first anniversary of their tragic passing ❤We have installed a permanent memorial at Anfield in tribute to Diogo Jota and his brother André Silva, on the eve of the first anniversary of their tragic passing ❤We have installed a permanent memorial at Anfield in tribute to Diogo Jota and his brother André Silva, on the eve of the first anniversary of their tragic passing ❤️
Random Thoughts: We buy a ₹20 lakh car and treat it like a treasure.
We keep its paperwork updated. Fill fuel before the tank runs low. Change engine oil on time. Get regular servicing done.
If there is a strange noise, we don’t ignore it. A small warning light appears - and we rush to fix it.
But what about the body that carries us through life?
What about the mind that makes every decision?
What about the soul that gives meaning to everything we achieve?
We neglect sleep. Ignore stress. Feed our bodies carelessly. Overwork our minds. Starve our spirit. Carry pain for years and call it strength.
We postpone health checkups. Delay rest. Ignore emotions. Silence inner exhaustion.
And then we wonder why life feels heavy.
The strange thing is - we insure our possessions but gamble with our own existence.
Your car can be replaced. Your phone can be upgraded. Your house can be rebuilt.
But this body? This mind? This spirit?
You have been given one.
Service it. Nourish it. Protect it.
Listen when it makes noise. Because the most expensive thing you own was never parked in your driveway.
It has been carrying you all along.
🇧🇪 Football without Origi is nothing
Divock Origi retires at 31, and somehow that feels perfectly him. Early, unexpected, a little mysterious, with the last word belonging to nobody other than himself.
Let’s be honest, he never became the player his natural gifts suggested he might. He could disappear for weeks, sometimes months, and leave you wondering where all that speed, strength and serenity had gone.
And yet, look at the roll call.
Champions League winner. Premier League winner. Scorer in a European Cup final. Two goals against Barcelona on the maddest night Anfield has ever staged. Pickford, 96th minute, bedlam. Madrid, 87th minute, immortality.
His isn't a career to apologise for. It's a career most players would crawl over glass to own.
Origi was never a weekly certainty. He was something far rarer, a man for the thunderclap. When the match was dying, when logic had packed up and left, he would appear with that calm face and those cool feet, as if the pressure had mistaken him for someone else.
Liverpool have had far greater players. Plenty of them. Players with better numbers, longer peaks, more trophies, fuller bodies of work.
Few gave us moments quite so sharp, quite so absurd, quite so joyfully impossible.
So congratulations, Divock. On the trophies, on the memories, on knowing when your part was complete. Go make your fashion, build your work, carry your purpose.
Football without Origi is nothing, tongue in cheek, of course. Except for a few wild nights, it was absolutely true.
When Diego Maradona delivered the most ICONIC warm-up in football history to the tune of 'Live is life'. 🇦🇷🚬
They don't make footballers like him anymore. 🔥👏
Keegan & Dalglish. The men who made the iconic Liverpool number 7 shirt.
Love and best wishes to them both with their health and well being.
🏴 🏴 7️⃣
Rachel Reeves has found a way to punish people for investing.
That is the absurdity at the heart of this reported ISA raid.
The Government says it wants savers to move away from cash and into stocks and shares.
Fine.
So imagine someone does exactly that.
They open a stocks and shares ISA.
They buy dividend-paying companies.
They build an income stream over years.
They receive dividends into the ISA.
They wait patiently for the right valuation before reinvesting.
That is not tax avoidance.
That is investing.
Serious income investors do not instantly throw every dividend back into the market the second it lands.
They wait.
They compare opportunities.
They build cash.
They look for weakness. They reinvest when the price is attractive.
That is discipline.
Now Reeves reportedly wants a 22pc charge on interest earned from cash held inside a stocks and shares ISA, under “anti-circumvention” rules.
In other words, the Government tells you to invest, then treats the natural cash management process inside investing as suspicious.
It is economically illiterate.
Cash inside a stocks and shares ISA is not necessarily someone “dodging” a cash ISA cap.
It can be dividend income waiting to be redeployed.
It can be proceeds from a sale waiting for a better entry point.
It can be dry powder before results season, a correction, a rights issue, or a market panic.
That is how actual investors behave.
But Labour sees a cash balance and assumes it must be punished.
This is the problem with politicians designing tax rules around headlines rather than reality.
They do not understand investing.
They understand optics.
They want to say they are pushing Britain into equities.
But the policy says something else: invest, receive income, manage risk, wait for value, and we may still come after you.
That is not pro-investment.
That is anti-investor.