No trip to Liverpool would be complete without paying homage to the Fab Four. They wandered over to Mathew Street, where the echoes of the 1960s still seem to linger in the air. Outside the Cavern Club – the legendary venue where The Beatles cut their teeth – they took a few photos, peering down the stairs into the dimly lit space that birthed a musical revolution.
Just around the corner, they found the statues of John, Paul, George, and Ringo striding toward the Mersey, immortalised in bronze. It felt surreal – like they were walking through the pages of a rock history book.
The next evening was the real crescendo of our trip. The made our way up to Anfield – usually home to Liverpool FC, but on this night, the sacred stadium belonged to The Boss. Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band were in town.
The energy was electric. Thousands of fans – young, old, local, and international – streamed into the stands. As the sun dipped behind the terraces, Bruce took the stage with the same fire and grit that’s made him a legend.
From Thunder Road to Born in the U.S.A., he played like a man on a mission. Every word, every guitar solo, every beat of Max Weinberg’s drums seemed to shake the very foundations of the stadium. For two Swedes far from home, it was a night we won’t forget – part rock concert, part spiritual revival.
