What happens when a soccer fan wants to watch his favorite team but all the games play overseas or aired earlier than any Sunday
Mass? For Travis Stanley, a Liverpool soccer fan this is not a problem, but his passion.
“It’s not like you’re getting up early to go to work, this is love,” Travis
says while cleaning the living room table at 6:50 am to make room for his coffee
cup, a basket of bread, a jar of marmalade, and a pat of butter.
The game hasn’t started yet but Travis stares quietly at the empty field on the screen as he imagines himself in the
stadium stands rooting for his team. The referee gives the first whistle and Travis is caught not wearing his
Liverpool jersey as is his ritual for every game, perhaps the bad results from his team lately has discouraged his old time
ritual.
He sits quiet and practically motionless for the first 10 minutes until
the opposite team scores a goal. Now, he slaps the table, grabs his cup and walks away to the kitchen for
more coffee to avoid seeing the painful replay.
The second half of the game starts and
Travis is already wearing his jersey, as he is the 12th player ready and
anxious to get on the field and reverse the score. The most emotive moment of the game comes when Liverpool evens the scores; he jumps
out of his seat, lifts his arms with closed fists and screams euphoric for a
few seconds as if nothing could give him more pleasure than seeing the ball penetrating the goal and hitting the net.
Travis’ passion for his team
keeps the long-distance love alive.