The video that I embedded in my last post was when my obsession with football began. I think it was the third or fourth game I had seen since moving to Liverpool from upstate New York. I was still calling "the beautiful game" game soccer at this point and I was only interested in going so that I could mingle with my work colleagues. It's funny how when you go into something your unsure of, with little or no expectations, life usually decides to throw something heavy at you. I remember Steve explaining to me the circumstances of the match, but I was only half interested, nodding my head here and there, trying to convey I understood clearly everything he was saying. He gave me a funny look at half-time when I emphatically shook his shoulders demanding he explain everything to me again. He gave me a funny look. That face will be forever etched in my mind because now I know what it meant. It was the precise moment that I realized what football was all about; unadulterated passion. The atmosphere in the crowd that night was absolutely hypnotizing. When the last goal was scored the entire stadium erupted in a massive cathartic explosion unlike anything I had ever seen. It was a powerful, almost religious experience. After the game finished I noticed Steve slip quietly away from the rest of us without saying anything. I tried to follow him, but someone else we were with grabbed me and shook his head. I complied, but for the rest of the week I dogged Steve with intrusive questions without any regard. He knew he had to tell me. Because of that one night my life changed forever and I was soon to be initiated in one of the top football firms in the world. To be honest I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I couldn't have cared less.