From Manchester to Anfield: How I Turned Trauma into a Championship Dream at Liverpool

My Name Is Anfield—I Wasn’t Supposed to Be Here

I grew up in Manchester, not Liverpool. But the Premier League? That was the only language my soul ever learned. As an ESTP with Python models and purple-and-green visualizations running through every match, I saw patterns no one else did: trauma turned into trajectory.

The Data Didn’t Lie—But People Did

I analyzed every pass, every missed tackle, every silent moment on the pitch. Coaches called it “potential.” They didn’t see the kid who grew up in LA with a Christian upbringing and zero hope. So I built Pathways—not for stats, but for souls.

When You Play to Win a Cup, You Play for Someone Else

My father said: “You don’t chase trophies—you build tables where others can sit.” At L沃库森 (Levocson), they told me I was too emotional. But I stayed rational—because data doesn’t cry.

Purple & Green Aren’t Just Team Colors—they’re Your DNA

Liverpool’s colors? No. They’re mine now. The same ones my mother wore when she worked nights in South California after losing everything that once felt like home.

This Isn’t Football—It’s an Algorithm of Hope

I don’t play because I want to win—I play because someone out there needs to know they aren’t broken. Every child who watches from their screen sees themselves in me—and that’s why we win.