And wasn’t he dead right to?
An Anfield legend, a Liverpool hero but Luis Suarez was just doing his job. There’s no point or accuracy in reading any more into it than that.
They lauded him, he kissed the crest, they jumped to conclusions.
For God’s sake, stop tripping over your own romantic notions, this is modern day football we’re talking about and this is a man who was brought up on the coalface in poverty stricken Urugauy where every goal scored brought him closer to an escape. Brought him closer to the dream.
This is Luis Suarez we’re talking about.
A competitive demon, this is a man who turns into an uncontrollable ball of fire once the whistle is blown. This is a man who terrorised Liverpool’s youth team players with the same insatiable snarls that he brings to El Classicos now.
A joker, a relaxed individual by all accounts off the field – that’s only one side of Luis Suarez.
Watch him cross those four white lines and just wait until his eyes narrow, his head tips over and his inner desire kicks in like a goal against Liverpool.
As Rhodri Giggs said, loyalty is dead pic.twitter.com/Ag4ZToQ5VT#BARLIV
— SportsJOE (@SportsJOEdotie) May 1, 2019
This is what Luis Suarez lives for. It only took him 26 minutes to bang one in against the crowd that used to chant his name. He loved it just as much as he loved every other goal he’s scored. This is what he loves.
As Rhodri Giggs once said, loyalty is dead.
Ruthlessness is the way to victory.
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