Liverpool victory parades have long been the stuff of folklore. I have vague memories of the 1986 open top bus, sponsored by Dentyne chewing gum, travelling through Liverpool with the first big trophy wins of my life as a Liverpool fan. In 2001, there was a song about going to Cardiff twice and me ma should put the champagne on ice so when the treble was completed, that year, "Tell yer ma we did it" was adorned across the back of the bus. 2005 was the first time I watched and thought "I have to get to one of them". It might well have happened in 2019, when an overnight ferry from Belfast was discussed with a mate but quickly dismissed as I was exhausted from watching the match and had completed a triathlon earlier that day. I settled for watching it with family. As we sat and watched the explosion of red delirium on tv, my late mother in law Eleanor, produced some photo's from the 1965 homecoming after Shankly had led us to our first ever FA Cup. She was a teach...