Tommy noticed a very valuable football shirt that Kenny Dalglish had played in ; it was standing up in all it’s pride. It had a black signature on it with some brute brown and some dark brown patches of mud on it ; it was from the 1976 – 1977 season with a collar that was stained brown.

” Hi there,” exclaimed a mysterious voice. The figure took a glimpse at Tommy, then the shirt, then back at Tommy; the man hopped that Tommy didn’t try on the shirt. Tommy’s attention was no longer on the Liverpool shirt, it was on the man. He was a old harmless man with hair whiter than the clouds.

” Who are you?” Tommy asked with a surprised look on his face.