...that make me so proud to be a life-long supporter of Liverpool Football Club.
Little did I realise when I first decided sometime around 1973 when I was five or six years of age that the team wearing an all-red kit would take me on such an incredible rollercoaster ride of emotions.
From magnificent highs of cup triumphs and league victories to disappointing lows of cup losses and league failures to truly dreadful tragedies where the game itself became a total irrelevance, it's been a journey I've shared with many of my closest friends.
At the start of this 2013-14 season - I guess the 41st I have followed the team - I never would have believed that by the time we had played 36 Premier League matches, we could be within a matter of half a dozen points of perhaps winning our first top flight title in nearly a quarter-of-a-century.
After today's results, it seems that we may have to wait a little longer for that elusive 19th crown with Manchester City now installed once more as favourites to win the Premier League.
As it stands, we could triumph in our last two matches while the team from the Etihad Stadium win their last three. If it finishes that way, we would be equal on points but more than likely City would lift the title on goal difference.
It would be the second time in three seasons that City had won the title that way having memorably triumphed by that slimmest of margins over Manchester United in 2012.
Of course, as a Liverpool supporter, it would be a gut-wrenching way to lose the title; for me it would equate to how we lost the First Division crown to Arsenal on that late spring evening in 1989.
I was on The Kop that night and with my mind's eye can still picture the moment when Michael Thomas ran through on the goal 100 yards away at the Anfield Road End and ended our dreams of a second League and FA Cup double.
That was a campaign highly-charged with emotion in the closing weeks after the Hillsborough Disaster.
This time around, the season which, as always, began with hope, has, since the turn of the year, taken on an incredible life all of its own.
No-one would have thought that the team would win matches week after week after week.
But they did.
Manchester United, Arsenal, Everton, Tottenham Hotspur and Manchester City amongst others were all beaten, mostly very comfortably.
There had been no league defeats since December and the team were on an unprecedented roll that had taken them to the top of the table with just three games remaining.
And then came Chelsea today.
Their heavy reliance on defence may be laudable to those who love the way Italian sides play the so-called "beautiful game", but it leaves an unsavoury taste in the mouth, highlighted by the manager behind the tactics.
Jose Mourinho doubtless is a successful manager wherever he has gone. But I hope and pray he never becomes the boss of Liverpool Football Club.
The one overriding thing that matters to Jose Mourinho is Jose Mourinho. His celebration at Anfield today only underlines what a classless individual he is.
I could never imagine Brendan Rodgers behaving in such a way - and if I did I would be embarrassed as a Liverpool supporter.
You can talk about managers showing passion, but when he does, it just smacks of a man with no dignity and no class. You never saw the likes of Brian Clough, Sir Matt Busby, Bill Shankly, Bob Paisley, Kenny Dalglish and Jock Stein behaving in such a way as Mourinho did this afternoon in front of the Paddock after his team took an unassailable 2-0 lead.
Among the many things I ascribe to is the concept of karma. It may well come quickly for Mourinho as his team may well be dumped out of the European Champions League at the semi-final stage on Wednesday night. It may come later than that. But it will happen.
As for Liverpool, 2013-14 might be the nearly-season. In 2003, a year after Fenway Sports Group took over the Boston Red Sox, the team reached the American League Championship Series only to lose a heart-breaking best-of-seven series to the New York Yankees four games to three.
Baseball pals of mine will know that was the Tim Wakefield and Aaron 'Bleeping' Boone moment in Game Seven at Yankee Stadium.
Twelve months later, it all came good for the Red Sox in the most incredible way imaginable. Down three games to none against the Yankees in the same ALCS, the Red Sox reeled off four games on the spin to win the series and book their place in the World Series. Another four wins followed over the St Louis Cardinals and the team were World Series winners for the first time since 1918.
So maybe, 2013-14 for Liverpool may be like Boston's 2003. Perhaps we'll have to wait another 12 months before the glory finally returns to Anfield; perhaps we won't.
But whatever happens, 2013-14 has reignited my love affair for my football club, fired by the wonderful way the team are playing the game.
On numerous occasions I stood on The Kop and with thousands around me chanted "Attack! Attack! Attack!" as we targeted another win at opponents there for the taking.
It's been to the team's immense credit and the way we are playing that the fans have had no need to bellow that command from thousands of throats - they do it regardless.
Ninety-six goals in 36 matches - an average of almost 2.7 per game - speaks volumes and it's been wondrous to see.
So maybe we'll just fall short; maybe we'll win it all.
But whatever happens, as always, I am so proud to say Liverpool Football Club is my football club - and will be until the day I shuffle off this mortal coil.
