Kenny Dalglish’s second memoir, MyLiverpool manages to lift the spirits through an easy and lovingly recalled sequence of events.
Dalglish pens paeans to his onetime teammates and brings us into the inner workings of his team: the one that he starred for and later coached.
this, in effect, is an autobiography in reverse in that a player actually pours out his devotion to his club and the people that underpin it rather than explain the stories and events that made up his career, which is normally affected in a typically selfabsorbing manner.
there are, however, caveats attached to My Liverpool Home. the opening pages place the parameters of its appeal to the elderly array of liverpool enthusiasts – more so to those in the advanced side of their 30s and any age above it. Younger readers without the benefit of tales of Dalglish and his colleagues in their splendour might struggle to appreciate the “lost” epochs of liverpool FC without recourse to video clips floating in cyber spheres. those with an open mind and enterprise, though, will find a rewarding history lesson in the least celebrated phases of the club as told by the man who was in the middle of them all.
another downside to My Liverpool Home – as the more erudite readers are likely to concur – is that they may not find the appropriate emotional heft in the retelling of the various watersheds in Dalglish and the club’s life in the 1980s, such as the Heysel and Hillsborough tragedies, plus his walk out at anfield, an incident which still trembles today with incredulity and horror. Dalglish’s struggle in dealing with Hillsborough has been documented extensively in interviews for its 20th anniversary last year and there is little new information that could be gleaned from My Liverpool Home.