we love you liverpool, we do

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The Beatles conduct press interviews and photos on the train to Washington, 11th February, 1964. 

“When we got on the train, the press told us why we got such a great reception in New York. They said, ‘Ah, we came to kill you, but you gave as good as you got and we love that.’ They has come to shoot us down and has an attitude of shouting at us, but ‘Hey! We’re from Liverpool! We shout back!’ They couldn’t believe that this band had come over and were shouting at them! That’s how they came to love us when they’d actually come out to nail us. Besides, we did have a number one and we were doing The Ed Sullivan Show, so that helped. But our attitudes were sort of similar and that’s how we became friends with everybody.”
[Ringo, Photograph, 2013]

These are some of my favourite pictures of the boys. There are loads more here!

Pics: Eva Bowen. 

Radio Luxembourg Interview w/ Chris Denning (Somebody Who I Used To Go To School With)
The Beatles

December 24th-31st, 1964 (Hammersmith Odeon, London): While the Beatles are being interviewed for the radio by Chris Denning, John and George make a couple of dedications.

JOHN: I’ll send a message to me old pal Pete Shotton up in Liverpool. He used to go to school with me and he also played washboard for the group when we were The Quarrymen. See you around, Pete! Give me love to your wife, aye! Turrah! 

GEORGE: Hello. I’d like to send a request to somebody who I used to go to school with too, and he used to play bass in the group – Paul McCartney. [uproarious laughter] And if you’re listening, Paul, at work [Paul laughs], it was great going to school with ya, and we had a nice time! And I’d like to play a nice one called, uh, ‘Love Me Do’. [laughter]

Travelling • Connor Ball

Traveling the world was one of the things you loved to do with the boys. Every second felt like an adventure and fun was always on the daily program. The only downside were the time zones. Sometimes traveling from A to B wore the whole crew out. Especially the boys.

Today the boys performed at the Echo Arena in Liverpool and a few hours after the show all of you were gathered together at the train station waiting for the train to Manchester.

3:45 AM

It’s was a chilly summer night and we all were hella tired. Anxiously we waited for the train which was already two and a half hours late and the only thing that the information board displayed was ‚Train to Manchester - delay due technical issues. Thank you for your patience.‘

„We should have take the plane to Manchester“, Tristan started to whine.

„Cut it T, it’s not our fault that the train has a delay“, snapped Brad immediately back.

Exactly in that moment the train arrived at the platform and everyone from us happily rushed into the train and got seated.

„Babe why aren’t ya sitting next to me?“, asked Connor with his tired raspy voice as I take my seat across him.

„Brad already got next to you and I don’t want to stress right now.“ Connor frowned: „So no good night kiss nor cuddles?“

„Just deal with it bro. In Manchester she’ll be all yours again“, Tristan scoffed and sat down next to me.

„ Y/N do you have a power bank? I seriously need to charge my phone.“

„Uhm hang on…nope I packed it in my suitcase, sorry Tris. Con do you have your power bank with you?“

But as I looked up I only got to hear some soft snores from him. Oh boy someone is really tired.

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Well that’s my first imagine I’ve ever written. Hoped ya liked it. If you want to submit some ideas or anything feel free to dm me.

*a liverpool love story* 

“My favourite memory off the pitch is when Stevie (Gerrard) and I got locked in the changing room for a few hours. It was funny but I can’t say any more than that.”
— Xabi Alonso on his time at Liverpool FC

yeah we know why you can’t say any more than that xabi, we know

Gerrard: “Xabi Alonso is the best midfielder I have played with. I miss playing with him.” 
:(

and what about that one night in istanbul???

Heading for Washington

“When we were on the train, the Press told us why we got such a great reception in New York. They said, ‘Ah, we came to kill you, but you gave as good as you got and we love that’. They had come to shoot us down and had an attitude of shouting at us, but, ‘Hey! We’re from Liverpool! We shout back!’ They couldn’t believe that this band had come over and were shouting at them! That’s how they came to love us when they had actually come out to nail us. Besides, we did have a Number One and we were doing ‘The Ed Sullivan Show’, so that helped. But our attitudes were sort of similar and that’s how we became friends with everybody.” - Ringo Starr, from his book ‘Photograph’.


Scanned by @thebeatlesforlife :)  

Always Atlético.

I smiled up at my husband, adjusting the sharp black tie he wore. “Are you nervous?” I looked up at Fernando who casually shrugged, a cocky grin sparking his face. “Amor, I’m a professional. I don’t know what nerves are,” he jokingly responded.

“Get a grip.” I ran my hands down the smooth material and finally patted his shoulder, letting him know he was all set to go.

“How do I look? Superstar material?” He had been mouthing off cocky jokes all morning and I found myself laughing each time. It was nice to see him in such a good mood and so relaxed the day of his presentation. I knew the fans were excited for his arrival and so was he. It was all he could talk about last night as we lay in bed but I didn’t complain. I loved seeing him this lighthearted and untroubled.

“If I were a 20 year old woman again, I’d for sure swoon over you.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. “Just like you swooned over me when we first met?” He taunted while I nodded my head ‘yes’.

“Exactly like that.” It was hard to believe how long we had been together, through thick and thin, from late Liverpool years to now. Fernando was my best friend and someone I would do anything in the world for. Wherever he went, I went and that included coming here to Atlético. From the moment we met, I knew I wanted to be with him forever and it seemed he felt the same as he nearly chased me down until he got my contact information.

I watched as his eyes glanced to the door when it opened, simply nodding to whoever it was before looking down at me. “It’s time. I’ll see you in there?” The kiss we shared in that moment was far from brief as he took the time to deepen the kiss, passionately taking my lips against his. It felt good to still feel the spark we had when we first began dating. We still had the passion between us that we started with.

“I’ll see you,” I finally responded while he headed out of the room.

The room was filled with people as they all sat, waiting for Nando to enter the room and take a seat to speak. Cameras were flashing from every which way, even in my direction, as I sat with Leo and Nora on either side of me. I knew they weren’t paying much attention to what was going on as Nora sat with her head leaning against my shoulder and Leo stared blankly at his hands, twirling them around. Their attention did seem to be captured once Fernando came out though to the cheers of everyone. His smile nearly lit up the room as he politely waved and took a seat, grabbing the microphone.

“I’m overwhelmed by the displays of affection, which are always many more than I expect, many more than I deserve and it’s been amazing. I will be personally satisfied that my children will see me playing in the club which I was born, the one I’ve always followed, seeing them dressed in red and white at the Calderon, each one scoring a goal. My wife is excited to start our life here with Atlético Madrid and we look forward to the future memories with this organization.”

It felt like whenever Fernando mentioned me during interviews, in front of the media or whatever else, I couldn’t contain my smile and that was true even at this moment.

I could feel a few eyes wander towards me from the crowd as I sat in plain view of everyone in the front row of seats, allowing the cameras to catch a view of my smile at that moment.

Once that portion of the presentation was done, Fernando went to change into his jersey and met us to give directions to Nora and Leo on what to do as they would join him in front of the large crowd in the stadium.

He knelt down between them as he said, “We are going to walk to the center of the field, greeting everyone, thanking them for coming. They are going to take a lot of pictures and we have to go out looking very happy. Without your hands in your mouths, ok?” The two children quickly lowered their hands from their mouth and nodded.

“And when we get to the middle of the field, dad is going to turn and you have to run as fast as you can, like a bullet, to where mommy is.” They nodded enthusiastically once more and Nando got up from kneeling, looking at me.

“What would I do without you?” he randomly questioned.

“You could do a lot without me,” I admitted. “It just wouldn’t be as great as it is with me.” He pulled me closer to him and his lips met mine yet again today, the warmth of his mouth transmitting to me until we parted.

“Welcome home, amor.”

gif credit: en-prosa

I took some quotes from the BTS video: click.

The talk between the takes – I’ve always loved that. […] There’s one bit I particularly liked: We were doing “I Saw Her Standing There.” I went, “I can’t do it. I haven’t got my plec.” We didn’t call them guitar picks, we called them plectrums. John said, “Where is it?” – this in our thick Liverpool accents. “I think I left it in my suitcase.” John goes, “Ah, soft ass.” “Soft ass? I’ll give you a soft ass.
—  Paul McCartney Looks Back: The Rolling Stone Interview (x)
We held hands. It’s funny, even at the height of our friendship - as guys - you would never hold hands.It just wasn’t a Liverpool thing. But it was lovely. I sat with him for a few hours when he was in treatment just outside New York. He was about 10 days away from his death, as I recall. He was very poorly. But it was lovely, really lovely, and the years just stripped back. We joked about things. One of the things I remember him saying, because he’d been moved from, like, Switzerland to a clinic in New York, and then to a clinic somewhere else - because you do, you sort of follow the treatment - and at one point he said (exasperated), ‘Can’t we just stop in one place?’ And I was going, 'Yeah! Let’s go to Speke Hall!’ It's an old Tudor tourist place in Speke [Liverpool], where me and George are from. 'We should go to Speke Hall.’ And he’s going, 'Oh, that’d be great…' Just amusing, nutty stuff. It was good. It was like we were dreaming. He was my little baby brother, almost, because I’d known him that long.
—  Paul McCartney in response to David Cavanagh’s question, “What was it like when you last saw [George Harrison]?”, Uncut, August 2008
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“Matt and I met at university in Liverpool and I (being a naive teenager) thought he was oh-so-cool because he was 21 already and seemed very suave. He thought I was cute and eccentric and after 8 months of shillyshallying around (you know how it goes), we were an item. After graduating I stayed in Liverpool for a few more years because it’s his hometown (I love me a scouser) and because the city has a big place in my heart. Then, we moved down closer to London, bought a house, said ‘I do’, baby made three and voila, here we are, the Glitter Family. That’s us in a nutshell.”

Surprise (Calum Imagine)

Masterlist.

“I have a surprise for you!” came your mother’s cheery voice the moment you stepped inside.

You sighed. “Mum, can it wait? I had a really bad day at school and no, I don’t want to talk about it,”

“Oh, dear, you’re going to love this! Just sit down for a few moments and listen please?”

You flung yourself onto the sofa and looked up at her expectantly, praying that whatever it was would be quick.

“So, I was at the grocery store today and who of all people did I run into? Joy Hood! I couldn’t believe it! I haven’t seen her since we moved out of that neighbourhood!” she practically shouted with excitement, gesticulating wildly.

“Is that the surprise?”

“Don’t be so impatient! So of course, we got to talking and it turns out her son Calum - do you remember him?” she didn’t wait for you to answer, “is in a rock and roll band!”

“And?” you asked, a worried feeling growing in the pit of your stomach.

“And I told her that you two should hang out sometime, since you enjoy all of that rock and stuff!”

“Mum, please tell me you didn’t-”

“They’re on their way over right now!” she exclaimed, a huge smile plastered across her face.

Your stomach dropped. “Mum, are you joking? Calum Hood is gross! When we were kids he used to eat grass and purposely put worms on me! He and I are definitely not going to get along.”

“Oh please, honey, be open minded abou-” Your mother’s words were cut short as the doorbell rang. Your head whipped around to face the door as you mother whispered “Be nice,” fiercely in your ear before opening the door.

Unbelievable. Completely, utterly unbelievable. It couldn’t be him. No way. He was - there was no other word for it - gorgeous. That beautiful caramel skin, chocolaty hair, and a killer jawline. He was still taller than you, but now he rose far above his mother, who looked the same as you remembered. As you watched him, his eyes met yours and his lips curled up into a cocky smile as his eyes flicked down and back up to meet yours again.

Your mother, meanwhile, was welcoming them inside, gushing about how nice Joy looked and how much Calum had grown. “Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” she exclaimed as Joy handed her a plate of cookies. “They look delicious! Here, let’s go set these in the kitchen. You two,” she gestured to you and Calum, “get reacquainted!” and she left the room with a flourish, Joy following behind.

That left you alone in the sitting room with Calum. Neither of you said anything for a few moments as you tried desperately to look anywhere but at him. Finally he spoke. “I like your shirt.”

You glanced down at the tattered Green Day shirt you had thrown on in your haste to get out the door that morning. “Thanks,” you said. “So, my mum told me you’re in a band?”

“Yeah, I am, I play the bass,” he said, smiling. “We’re called 5 Seconds of Summer. A couple months ago we actually got to go to London to do some songwriting there, it was epic.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Impressive. Whatever happened to your dreams of becoming a football star?”

He shrugged. “I’m just more into music now. Still support Liverpool, though.”

“Ew, I can’t believe my mum thought I’d be able to get along with somebody who’s a Liverpool fan.”

“What have you got against the greatest football team on the planet?”

“Oh, I have nothing against Man U, thanks for asking. Love them, actually.”

“Man U?! You’ve got to be kidding. That’s it, we are bitter enemies from this day forward.”

You could help cracking a smile. “God, Calum, you’re still as dramatic as you were when you were four years old.”

“I am not!” he protested, pretending to flip his hair.

You laughed, liking the way his eyes glimmered when he smiled. “It’s so weird seeing you after so long. I’m still scared of worms, you know.”

Now he was the one laughing. “I forgot about that! Sorry. Honestly, I was just being mean to you because I had a big fat crush on you, you know.”

“What?” you asked, shocked.

“Yeah, I thought you were the cutest girl on the playground back then, Y/N. I mean, I still think you’re cute,” he said softly, looking at you hesitantly.

You smiled. “Thanks, Calum. You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Do you have a big fat crush on me, Y/N?” he asked, grinning.

“No way! At least, not yet.” You saw his cheeks redden and smiled. “So, you put worms on me because you had a crush on me. Explain why you used to eat grass, then.”

“That,” he explained, “is one of life’s greatest mysteries.” He glanced down at his watch. “Shit, I’m really sorry about this, but I’ve got to go, I’ve got band practice soon. Unless-” he paused, thinking. “Do you want to come with me?”

“To your band practice?” you asked. He nodded enthusiastically, but you were wary about it. “I don’t know, won’t your bandmates think we’re… together?”

“Is that a problem?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You raised an eyebrow of your own at him. “No, it’s not. Hang on, let me just go tell my mum.” You headed to the kitchen and poked your head through the door. “Hey mum, I’m going to Calum’s band practice. I’ll be back soon.”

Your mother and Joy exchanged a knowing look. “I knew you two would get along,” she told you. “Have fun.”

Walking back over to Calum, who was waiting by the door, you rolled your eyes. You stopped in your tracks, realising something. “Oh my God.” Calum looked up at you. “Our mothers just set us up.”

He smiled that cocky grin again. “Remind me to thank them later,” he said, opening the door and following you out of the house.

Remember the time when Stevie slipped as he celebrated Luis’ goal? (click on gifs to make them bigger so you can enjoy them better ok I hate tumblr text posts blah)

Remember yesterday when we humiliated the Mancs and everything was perfect and nothing hurts… and Stevie chose this exact moment to get his revenge on Luis?

SO CLUMSY YOU TWO BUT WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH, WE DO ❤️❤️❤️

A Day in the Life: Today in Beatles History

June 27th, 1963: John Lennon and Paul McCartney finish writing “She Loves You.”

The day after they begin writing She Loves You in a Newcastle hotel room, John and Paul finish the song in the dining room of McCartney’s family home at 20 Forthlin Road, Liverpool.

“We sat in there one evening, just beavering away while my dad was watching TV and smoking his Players cigarettes, and we wrote She Loves You. We actually just finished it there because we’d started it in the hotel room. We went into the living room – ‘Dad, listen to this. What do you think?’ So we played it to my dad and he said, ‘That’s very nice, son, but there’s enough of these Americanisms around. Couldn’t you sing, “She loves you. Yes! Yes! Yes!”‘ At which point we collapsed in a heap and said, ‘No, Dad, you don’t quite get it!’ That’s my classic story about my dad.” - Paul McCartney, Many Years From Now (Barry Miles) 

(Source: beatlesbible.com, rauzie.deviantart.com)

CAVANAGH: What was it like when you last saw [George]?

PAUL: We held hands. It’s funny, even at the height of our friendship—as guys—you would never hold hands. It just wasn’t a Liverpool thing. But it was lovely. I sat with him for a few hours when he was in treatment just outside New York. He was about 10 days away from his death, as I recall. He was very poorly. But it was lovely, really lovely, and the years just stripped back. We joked about things. One of the things I remember him saying, because he’d been moved from, like, Switzerland to a clinic in New York, and then to a clinic somewhere else—because you do, you sort of follow the treatment—and at one point he said (exasperated), “Can’t we just stop in one place?” and I was going, “Yeah! Let’s go to Speke Hall!” It’s an old Tudor tourist place in Speke, where me and George are from. “We should go to Speke Hall.” And he’s going, “Oh, that’d be great…” Just amusing, nutty stuff. It was good. It was like we were dreaming.
—  Paul McCartney, interview w/ David Cavanagh for Uncut: The dark horse. (August, 2008)

All the haters who keep saying the LFC squad should be ashamed and that we, their loyal fans, must be embarrassed by them drunkenly having a laugh in Dubai… like, do you idiots know anything about the Liverpool way at all? Aside from wanting our team to win (season’s over, time to move on, we go again), the literal only thing any of us want is for those boys to be happy and safe and in love with the family they’ve built on the pitch. They had a shit season, but they felt it just as much as any of us fans did. Probably even more so. They’re allowed to blow off steam, get wasted, and have a good time now that it’s over. They’re HAPPY. And as a Liverpool loyalist, it makes me so happy to see them that happy.

If you don’t have a deep and devout love for your squad to the point of just wanting their hearts to be filled with joy, if even for a brief moment, then I feel sorry for you. And you’re the ones who should be ashamed.

Those boys are a family. Through thick and very, very, very thin. Bless them for finding a glimmer of that golden sky after such a horrible storm. They’ll never walk alone - they always have each other. THAT is the Liverpool way.

Cyn was having the baby and the holiday was planned, but I wasn’t going to break the holiday for a baby; I just thought what a bastard I was and went. I watched Brian pick up boys, and I liked playing it a bit faggy - it’s enjoyable.

It was my first experience with a homosexual that I was conscious was a homosexual. We used to sit in a cafe in Torremolinos looking at all the boys and I’d say, ‘Do you like that one? Do you like this one?’ I was rather enjoying the experience, thinking like a writer all the time. 'I am experiencing this.’ It was almost a love-affair, but not quite. It was not consummated. But it was a pretty intense relationship.

But those rumors back in Liverpool! The first national press we got, the back page of the Daily Mirror, was me beating up Bob Wooler at Paul’s twenty-first. That was the first 'Lennon hits out’ story . I was so bad the next day. We had a BBC appointment; they all went down in the train, and I wouldn’t come. Brian was pleading with me to go, and I was saying, 'I’m not!’ - I was so afraid of nearly killing Wooler.

Bob had insinuated that me and Brian had had an affair in Spain. And I must have been frightened of the fag in me to get so angry. I was out of my mind with drink. (You know, when you get down to the point where you want to drink out of all the empty glasses; that drunk.) And Bob was saying, 'Come on, John, tell me about you and Brian - we all know.’ You know when you’re twenty-one, you want to be a man - if somebody said it now I wouldn’t give a shit, but I was beating the shit out of him, hitting him with a big stick, and for the first time I thought 'I can kill this guy.’ I just saw it, like on a screen: if I hit him once more that’s going to be it. I really got shocked. That’s when I gave up violence, because all my life I’d been like that.

He sued me afterwards; I paid him £200 to settle it. That’s probably the last real fight Ive ever had. From then on - apart from occasionally hitting my dear wife, in the early days when I was a bit crazy (I can’t say I’m non-violent, because I will go crazy sometimes) I stopped that.

—  John Lennon quote from the book The Beatles Anthology, Page 98
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Grujic First Interview

Firstly, Marko, welcome to Liverpool Football Club. How are you feeling right now?

Thanks. I’m very excited and so proud to be here and a member of Liverpool Football Club. I can’t wait to get started, play at Anfield and train at Melwood.

Has it sunk in yet? Have you quite come to terms with signing for Liverpool?

No, but I am very happy and excited!

For the Liverpool fans who haven’t seen you play before, what kind of player are you?

I play in midfield and can play as a defensive, central or attacking midfielder. I try a lot to shoot during games, like a box-to-box midfielder. I think I can improve my defensive qualities, but I think it’ll be okay.

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We all had personality. We were four brothers. We all loved each other deeply but you get up one morning, you are in a bad mood and it just gets too big and things happen.

I was in a band suddenly with three brothers. Yeah, I do miss the others - you can’t not miss your brothers.

—  Ringo Starr, Liverpool Echo, 3 April 2015