I have been praying for Suarez over the past few months. I have prayed that his soul will be spared, and that he will come too see Christ and maximise his potential at Liverpool Football Club. Those prayers have been answered. When he shot the ball, my heart was pounding. As it swung through the night sky of Norwich, it sang a taunting song of months of pain and pleasure, a racist mix of heroism and acts of a real fiend. When it landed gloriously in the onion bag, my eyes welled with tears. Months of emotion, wearing the beloved Liverpool crest on my badge, were rewarded by one wonderful moment. I have lived and breathed for Liverpool, and nothing has done the wonderful Liver Bird more justice and honour than that wonderful goal.
YNWA.