1892 is not only an ordinary date, but it is the time of existence of a football giant, a rare legend of the 21st century that does not smell of blood and tears. It is the date of birth of a team which wrote a history that not only must be read, but must also be memorized.A little after its foundation, it became the nightmare of first the Premier League clubs and then other clubs around the World. There was no team it didn’t defeat and no fun group it didn’t upset. Within 125 years, it won 18 league championships, 5 European cups, 7 FA cups, 8 league cups, 3 UEFA Super Cups, 15 Charity Shield Cups, ve 3 FA Youth Cups. As the club began to win cups, it got richer and its support group expanded. It conquered the hearts of about 600 million people around the World, its name and its song was chanted everyday by its supporters.Joy and sorrow, night and day, death and life always follow each other like victory and defeat. By the early 1990s the ship began to leak. Its popularity diminished around the World as it weakened and its opponents strengthened. That made its management hopeless, its supporters sad and its players pressured. Infrequent derby victories became only a consolation and past memories and childish dreams became the only sanctuary for its supporters. However its love has never ceased and will not. Becasue it is not only a football team, it is an excitement, a desire for victory, a passion, a love. Yes, it is a love, a red-white love. And this book is a message thrown into the ocean of the future within a bottle to highlight the expectations and dreams of lovers of red-white colors. Will the bottle reach the shore, will anyone read its message, will the message mean anything for the people? No one can predict this. ....................After Leo joined Everton FC, the days passed by very quickly for him so that mostly, he couldn’t understand how time went by. Days used to look like a swiftly streaming river in Leo’s eyes; He sometimes used to feel the coolness, sometimes he used to wash in it and he sometimes used to watch his face in this river. Or the days used to look like a train; He loaded his joys in its wagons and this train would have gone to an unknown country every night. Sometimes days used to pass in front of him like birds; these birds didn’t use to chirp nor warble and he only used to watch them passing from far away. Sometimes these birds used to land on a near branch and sang songs for Leo. Days used to resemble a simoon and Leo’s dreams used to resemble sand dunes; the sand dunes he built with such effort used to be ruined every night. Days used to look like thieves, 40 thieves, 40 thousand thieves. Each one of them used to steal a piece from Leo’s life and didn’t use to give back, ever. Days used to look like melting snowmen in blue horizons. Days used to pass, days were passing and days are passing and Leo was not a child, anymore................."If there’s anyone who wants to watch pretty stuff, he or she should go to the theatre, cinema or ballet. Because this year in Anfield stadium, there won’t be a show for them. If there is anyone who wants to make war with someone and conquer somewhere, then be with me at the stadium on match days............."Sometimes a man adopts an ideal and works to realize that ideal for years. But when he reaches his goal, he realizes that the ideal is not so spectacular. Water doesn’t have a beauty like the mirage's charming beauty. In other words, for someone who is dehydrated in a desert, the dream of water is magnificent, not the water itself. For years, Leo Jo dreamed of wearing a red-white jersey in front of a spectacular supporter community. Now he was wearing the jersey that embellished his dreams and he was hearing the cheers of the legendary Liverpool supporters. But, was that exactly what he dreamed about? When he goes to the pitch with a red-white jersey, will he bend his lips and ask himself, "Did I live to make this dream come true for years?"
