The Day That Will Live in Infamy prelude

I was not very famous and I didn't make an impact on the world as a football player. I paid my dues and did what I did to survive. My name, who I am, where I come from, and who I played for is entirely irrelevant to you or this story. None of those facts are or ever will be of importance. I am here to just simply tell my, or more likely their, story. So that maybe one day the bravery of these men, the camaraderie, and the impact they had on society will forever be remembered. So that generations in the future will know whom to thank. These are the men that built the foundation of knowledge, of learning, of acceptance. They did away with fear and shame and shed the new light on hope. These are the men whom I am proud to say, in my dismal life, are my brothers. Well of coarse not brothers to me but really, brothers to humanity. In an era where shame consumed the vast majority, one group stood above all, stuck together, and fought. I would have helped but I simply wasn't strong enough. In an era where only the strongest survive, I couldn't do anything, I wasn't influential. I am a coward.

Every event in this retelling of history took place because of one day. At first this day wasn't very fundamental to me or to the club I was with at the time but it was a big day for the two clubs involved. I, like most members of the league I was playing in, had traveled to watch the game since it was being held in a stadium near to where I lived. Many players from around the world were there as well because they had the day off. And, well, who would miss a Champions league final between Liverpool fc and Bayern Munich fc. This single game was being broad casted in almost every country, every European was excitedly watching on their television screen, and supporters all around the world waited to see who would be victorious. However no one expected that neither team was going to be the true winner that night. No, the true winner would be frankly truth.

I was situated in a comfortable box with other famous footballers. I recognized a few of them, like Kaka and Andriy Shevchenko, but paid little attention since they weren't speaking my language (or a language that i could understand). I did however catch the disappointed tone in Kaka's voice, who was probably voicing to Andriy how AC Milan wasn't in the final(or semi-final) due to a cheating Manchester United team. That game was rather controversial in that Manchester United won on a late penalty kick rewarded to Christiano Ronaldo, who, if you watch the play, had dived. The final was underway and was pretty evenly matched up until the 26th minute when Franck Ribery took an early cross from the right that found Miroslav Klose's head, he flicked the ball on to Van Bommel who volleyed it home; Pepe Reina had no chance. On closer inspection the goal was ruled offside. But they would obtain the lead five minutes into the second half. Bastain Schweinsteiger passed the ball to his good friend Lukas Podolski, who got behind Carragher and Agger. He beat Pepe and Bayern was up a point. Half of the stadium erupted into applause and rapturous celebrations. However Liverpool managed to come back in the dieing minutes of the game to tie it. It was the ever faithful Steven Gerrard. Captain Fantastic to save the day once again. And how fitting of him to be the one to start the "Revolution". The goal celebration came to be something to remember, infamous if you must. After his usual recognition to the fans Steven Gerrard turned his attention to his fellow teammates, who were overexcited to say in the least. Xabi Alonso, the pass master, the one credited for the assist, made it to the captain first.

_end of chapter beginning of story_