A tear rolled down his cheek as he looked at the Kop one last time. But it wasn’t a tear because of the end — it was a tear of gratitude, a tear of love, a tear from a man who carried Liverpool in every pass, every press, every humble smile after a goal he could have scored himself but chose to pass instead — because that was Bobby.
Selfless. Pure. Authentic.
It wasn’t the stats that made him great. Goals, assists, trophies — yes, all of that was there, but Firmino’s true magic lay in the unseen. In what can’t be measured. In the way he breathed for his teammates, how he danced with the ball, how he found more than a club in Liverpool — he found a home.
The heart of the team, the smile of the dressing room, and the samba-footed knight walked out onto Anfield for the last time on this day two years ago.
You left with tears in your eyes, but you left us with hearts full.
And know this — the doors of Anfield will never be closed to you, because a home never forgets its sons.
Si Senor 🇧🇷
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