Been a bit of a mess today, but have finally managed to get some coherent words out. When I had a ST between 2006 and 2008 I sat next to Liam and his brother Mark in the south west corner. Forever the optimist, every game Liam would bet on a 3-0 win, with Milner scoring the first goal. I remember those goals where he hugged me so hard that I lost my glasses. I remember standing and singing next to him when Shearer broke the club scoring record. I remember him taking me around the rock bars of Newcastle, missing my train back to York and kipping on his sofa. I remember him smuggling me into West Ham away on a kids ticket. Although we'd lost touch over the last few years as my attendance at the match has become more and more sporadic, I'll always remember him, the mad bastard. Thoughts are with his brother and the rest of his family. RIP.