What is your most precious memory supporting the reds from that time?

Please can I give my Top 3?

1974 FA Cup Final v Newcastle was the first game I ever watched on colour TV. Back then the Cup Final was a magical occasion and Wembley seemed like a palace of a stadium. I wasn’t even 6 at the time but I can remember being blown away by how majestic the red kit looked against the black & white of Newcastle and the lush green Wembley turf. Most pitches were just mud back then, so this looked like the football equivalent of Nirvana.

Seeing Kevin Keegan and the boys in the flesh for my first game at Anfield v Man City Xmas 1975 – Peter Cormack scored the only goal in what became his last game for LFC.

After the tears and desolation of losing the FA Cup Final (and with it the treble) to ‘them’, the 1977 European Cup Final. The sight of our fans with their super-size banners and a mass of red and white checkered flags as the team walked out. Ridley Scott-esque. Epic. That night felt really special and thinking back, probably signalled the moment when we became the Bastion of Invincibility that Shanks had dreamed of.

Why is Liverpool Football club so special to you?

Liverpool is my ancestral home – I come from a long line of proud scousers on my Dad’s side while my mum is from Southport – and from my earliest memories living in Wales, I have always had a fascination with the city itself and been totally obsessed with LFC.

Stories of old legends and watching from the boys’ pen in The Paddock were passed down by my late Grandad. As a toddler, I had a teddy bear strapped to my push chair which was called Mr Shankly. I can also recall reciting the names of the whole 1973 team to slightly-concerned pre-school teachers. Naturally, this has to be attributed to my Dad but my obsession has since far outweighed his own.

LFC has given me some of the best memories of my life. I’m not a religious person but supporting this club has given me everything in that department, in terms of seeing faith rewarded by triumph to overcome adversity. I feel very, very lucky to have had that.

Growing up in the 70s & 80s, my Dad always made me aware of how LFC had a higher moral code than any other club, both on and off the pitch. Behind the scenes, the ship was steered by wise old men who did things quietly, with respect and integrity. Players knew their responsibility to the club and to the fans. The fans reciprocated with passionate, never-say-die support but had the class to acknowledge the opposition when deserved – a bit like the native warriors in the film Zulu.

My own small venture Dreams And Songs To Sing pays homage to that golden age and is an attempt to see in some way a return to old values.

Favourite player from that era and why?

Kenny.

The only player in my eyes who could, at that time, fill the void of Kevin Keegan. In today’s currency, it was like losing Luis Suarez but getting Lionel Messi. As a kid aged 8 at the time, hearing the news was as exciting to me as waking up on Xmas morning and finding you’d got that brand new bike you had longed for.

At age 11, I was lucky enough to meet my idol and present him with my own junior football club’s pennant. My smugness at having this photo in all the local papers was justifiably knocked out of me when I horrifyingly read the caption printed underneath, “Proud moment for 11 year old Simon Cock…”

Please help me exorcise this memory by featuring in your project with my correct surname.