Andy Robertson is drawing the curtain on an illustrious nine-year spell at Liverpool at the end of the season. He leaves Anfield having won every major trophy the club competed for and etched his name in the history books. This is for the wee Scot, who won the hearts of every Red.
Dear Robbo,
We are now used to the pain that you’ve just inflicted on us. Over the last couple of years, we’ve grown accustomed to seeing people we love at the club pull a chair to tell us — without warning — that they’re walking out the door (where is Fabrizio Romano when you need him?). So, we can park the shock and sadness this news brings for now.
But when someone as celebrated as you departs, we do not know what exactly to remember you by. Do we remember you by the trophies you won for us? Do we remember you by the assists you racked up — remember, you are second in the list of defenders with the most assists in the Premier League, by the way? Or do we remember you by the countless hilarious moments you produced on and off the pitch?
A plethora of options, but the truth is, you are much more than that.
I, for one, remember you as the wee Scot with the single best tweet ever by a professional footballer. “Life at this age is rubbish with no money”, you wrote as an 18-year-old at Queen’s Park. Oh boy, the way you went about making that money and then some, it’s the stuff of dreams!
In a day and age when the disconnect between players and fans is ever so glaring, you have been relatable to the average youngster with your #needajob tweets (what a job you ended up getting, eh!) and quintessentially British humour.
Who’s going to take the mickey out of Jordan Pickford by laughing in his face now? Who’s going to shove the Lionel Messi in the head when he’s already having a long night at Anfield? Who’s going to have a moan about standing at the front for the annual team photo? … Who’s going to show the other players what it truly means to wear the Liverpool red?
Now, this letter might not be as heart-touching as Virg’s, but trust me, the sentiments are the same.
Let’s have one last hurrah before it all ends, hopefully with more joy than we’ve had all season. But remember, when that final whistle comes, you’d better have some tissues ready because you won’t be the only one crying.
From needing a job to one of Liverpool’s modern greats, take a bow, son!
Thank you for everything. The crosses, the tackles, the passion. Thank you for needing a job, and for making it the best one in the world.
You’ll Never Walk Alone.
With love,
All at Liverpool Football Club
