My Story

by Steven Gerrard

The Liverpool anthem reminds you to hold your head up high when you walk through a storm. It reminds you not to be afraid of the dark. It reminds you to walk on through the wind and the rain, though your dreams be tossed and blown, and to walk on with hope in your heart.

But I can say now that there are two major reasons why I didn’t win at least one title with Liverpool: Roman Abramovich at Chelsea and Sheikh Mansour at Manchester City.

If you’re me, you’re fucked as far as winning the league is concerned.

Martin Atkinson, my least favourite referee, was waiting. He had given me enough bookings and red cards to last me my whole career. I can’t stand him.

Daniel is one of those people you have to boost sometimes with a ‘C’mon, you’re our main man.

In Huyton I and every other kid from a Red family had been taught to

loathe Manchester United. It was drilled into our brains, hardening our

I still didn’t like United, and their shirt is the only one I won’t allow in my house. I have a big collection of shirts I’ve swapped with other players from different clubs – but not one from Manchester United.

‘If you are first, you are first,’ Shankly said. ‘If you are second, you are nothing.’

I have always been harsh on myself. That self-criticism and need to improve made me the player I became at my peak.