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This will be our year - The tale of a long suffering Liverpool fan

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The class of 2014 There is a phrase that has been uttered every year since May 1990, “This is our year.” This phrase is synonymous with being a supporter of Liverpool football club of Liverpool, England.   Liverpool FC has gone through some lean times, once the most successful team in English football, it is now considered a fallen giant. Only Three and a half years ago the club was in deep financial trouble, its American owners were defaulting on their loan repayments, the banks moved in and sold the club to Fenway Sports Group (FSG). FSG bought hope and optimism, they were intent on turning the club into a powerhouse again by turning the business side of things into a profitable operation. After all they had turned the Boston Red Sox into a force in Major league baseball. Liverpool was akin to a phoenix, and just like the mythical bird, the club burned in the flames of disappointment and under achieving for a while. But from the ashes was born a force, a force on the rise. 

The hustle begins

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“Graduates think that the hustle stops when they get a degree. After getting your degree, that’s when the real hustle begins.” – Lisias Negonga. Disclaimer: No graduates were harmed in the making of this production, I swear! “Do you mind being the director of proceedings at a small gathering of few, to celebrate me successfully extracting myself from the clutches of Tertiary Education?” She asked, I did not hesitate to agree. But she didn’t exactly use that phrase, she used words like ‘Master of Ceremony (MC)’ and ‘Party’. Only later did I realize what I had gotten myself into, I was going to have to address people. Not just people but grown-ups, would my sarcasm be greeted with applause or with cries of kill the MC?  In truth I had a month to prepare, but I turned up unprepared. What can I say? I am a serial procrastinator at times. Evidently I also turned up early, way too early. Gift in hand, I was greeted by empty chairs. The only signs of life were my co-MC the m