THAT was dead silly, wasn’t it?
A ridiculous game of football with loads of things happening that made zero logical sense. Five things we deffo didn’t learn below…
1. What the fuck is a power horse?
Martin Keown said the following about Virgil: “He’s a power horse in the air”.
A fucking power horse. Power. Horse. In the air. Not on the ground. In the air. A power horse. What the fucking hell is a power horse? No one batted an eye either, just carried on regardless. Yer he is, isn’t he? Hang on, what is he? A power horse?
Fuck off, Martin.
2. Soz but…
I mean, I don’t want to bang on about VAR and offsides and that. It’s silly, we all know it. As soon as you are drawing lines on a page it’s silly either way. Offside should be a moral judgement, has the player gained an advantage by being stood in the position he is in?
Mane’s legs and the majority of his body are onside. His arm is judged to be a millimetre or whatever offside. That’s daft in itself, isn’t it? How can he be gaining an advantage, there?
He is honestly the greatest midfielder I have ever seen. Probably the best player. Everything about him. He is what you dream of being. Sat on the bench on a Saturday, watching 11 donkeys run into 11 other donkeys thinking…
“I get on here, I will fucking run this. Spraying the ball like Thiago, squaring men up like Thiago, fucking balance like Thiago.”
“Johno, get changed you are coming on last 20.”
“Is right. Here we go.”
Get on, and then realise you are a fat baldy mess and sub for a reason.
That pass for the Henderson no goal was wondrous.
Horrible face him. Really objectionable.
Why does he fucking love pigeons so much the fucking pigeon head. What is it with pigeons? The shittest of the birds. Scrabbling about shitting everywhere.
Naughty tackle, that. Would like someone to snap his wings off.
5. Liverpool were great, there…
Genuinely great. Everton are a good side and Liverpool bossed it, a bit of a plonker in goal aside. The balance was there, the work rate, the little interlinked play. Was lovely to see.
The Blues will be made up with that and fair doos to them. It’s as good as it gets for them against The Reds.
Ten fucking years, mate.
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A travesty, a disgrace, an epic injustice, just …. shite! My young lad was literally in tears and (now aged 8) uttered his first actual swear in front of me. Unreal. What a bag of shite. I know City and all the other feckers will be doing macabre dances of delight around the bonfire at this, especially if they win the league by a few spare points as a result, but *that* decision at the end – that’s just the death of football, right there. That’s actually not good for anyone. It’s actually easier to give the goal. It’s actually in the spirit of the game to give the goal. It’s actually the *CORRECT DECISION* on every level to give the goal. Only someone who hates football, or who is hellbent on world destruction, like some evil Killian from The Running Man sort, doesn’t give that goal. Appalling.
It’s basically a season’s worth of bad luck, crap injuries and beyond reason shit refereeing and VAR decisions in one game. If there is any justice and balance in this universe – and God knows, it’s hard to be sure there is – we will smash everyone else in atonement and this will just be, like the Villa tonking, a mad footnote. We belted them. We’re on our way back to form. If this shite is the only way they can think of to nobble us, all the best.
We were robbed by gobshite officials, again. That’s what I keep learning
Power house maybe?
Everton got what the wanted out of that game – a draw & injure our best players. That will have been their game plan
Per the fucking Law 11 of the FA Rulebook: “The hands and arms of all players, including the goalkeepers, are not considered.”
And how is that gobshite goalkeeper even remotely in control of his body? Not in a general sense, which is mostly fucking true. Can’t even think back on any of it without turning a nearly purple hue of apoplectic.