Everyone deals with grief in their own way.
One of our footie guys died at the gym, aged 50, something they call the widowmakers heart valve, pretty hard to spot.
He was one one (everyone's) best friend in a unique way.
Our way of grieving was to organize a match between comrades.
I think it was like 17 a side on the pitch, plus whiskey and beers afterwards.
And tears.
The funeral was okay, but the emotions on the field and afterwards at the bar brought some finality to it.
Today, 5-6 years later, we still have him with us in conversation.
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I hope the boys at Anfield can channel their emotions benefitting all that Jota was, and honor him with some performances befitting of what he deserves.
Once a Red,
you'll never walk alone
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