It’s taken me a while to get around to doing this, but in recent events, I think it’s appropriate.
After three and a half seasons with Liverpool, Luis Suárez has bid us goodbye in favour of new challenges and hopes of glory in Spain, with FC Barcelona. It’s been a long summer, with Suárez getting himself in the spotlight for less than positive reasons, and in the process gaining himself a lot of hate, from Liverpool supporters and football fans from all over the world alike. And I get it. Really, I do. Biting an opposition player for the third time? Not acceptable, Luis. Not acceptable at all.
But to be perfectly honest, the fact that he has screwed up - yet again - means fuck all to me right now. The truth of the matter is that, despite his flaws, Luis Suárez is one of the best damn football players in the world today - if not the very best - and this man brought Liverpool Football Club back where we belong; to a spot in the Champions League, and near the top of the table in the Premier League. Had it not been for Luis Suárez, we would not have been where we are today, and for that, I owe Mr. Suárez my most sincere gratefulness. He didn’t do it alone, no, but he played a very big part in it. And that deserves to be recognised, despite the fact that he has the tendency to be a little twat on the pitch.
Luis Suárez has played his last game for us and when his ban comes to an end, he’ll be wearing the colours of FC Barcelona. And as easy as it would have been to end my link to this Uruguayan striker with hatred and anger, as several of my fellow fans do, I can’t find it in myself to muster either. Instead, I choose to remember Suárez for all the goals he scored for us, for all the games he helped us win, and most of all; for helping us back into the Champions League, after having been out of it for far too long.
You’re a little nutter, Luis, and you have quite a few issues you need to sort out, but let it never be said that you’re not a fucking brilliant player, because you are. Few others can measure up to your footballing qualities, and for that reason, I thank you for the seasons you’ve been ours.
Best of luck in Barcelona, you little lunatic. And thank you for everything you’ve done for us. You’ll never walk alone.