GO ‘ed, the boys. That was perfect, that.
Made saves when he needed to. First minute fella was good. His starting position is perfect, all of the time.
Busy as a pip. They are busy, them little pricks. Did he cross it for the first or have I made that up? Yer, he did. Is right, lad.
Big Joel: 7
Scruffy fucker, isn’t he? I mean, everything he does is by the skin of his teeth. Reckon he is a hoarder. House is fucking jam packed. Got abar £600 nicker worth of newspapers as a table in the kitchen. Bath is full of boots. Big fucking massive white fucking boots.
Legged it on the break there to try and score, and Bobby just jibbed him instead. What more do you want, though? Perfect at the other end pretty much.
Back to his best pretty much after a couple of weeks off, there. Looks like he might have shipped the baby to his mother in laws last night, got a chippy, lashed on Billions and got his head down for a solid eight-hour fella. Back at it.
The opposite of big Joelly there, isn’t he? The neatest and tidiest of them all. Fucking hoovers up on the way out the house. Kim and Aggie, lad. Send him round to Joel’s with a bucket of Domestos and a brush. Sparkling in about 10 minutes. What a finish for the goal. It was in from the minute he thought about it.
He’s boss, isn’t he? Absolutely fucking booted that little fucker who made a show of us off the bench in the 4-3 first minute and set the tempo thereafter.
The ball to Firmino for Salah’s goal is sublime. To the extent that Bobby should hit it. For all the world he should hit it. Kept it, moved it, was pretty much everything you want from a midfielder, there. Needs a little bit of luck for a goal to go in.
Untouchable today. Everywhere. What a finish. Unlucky for the one against the bar, the volley in the first, the fucking state of the referee. One of the best to play for The Reds.
Back to his proper role upfront and I’m saying that layoff for the third might be the best thing I have ever seen. I mean, he had no fucking right to do that. The ball from Naby needs hitting. How can you have the state of mind to know your goal hungry mate is on your shoulder there ready to slot? Scandalous.
The go-to fella at the minute, isn’t he? You need something here, lad? I’m your man. The fixer. Absolute balls on him. He’s in the war room for this league, isn’t he?
Needs a song. I reckon the Maxi one works with a massive Trent to kick it off. Might need to fuck one of his names off to get a proper song.
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