NO. Just no. I’m not letting these dickheads in. Not this time. You knew it was coming and it’s started already. Even when it’s not over yet. Videos of Jürgen Klopp in a car swerving away from the winning route, tweets about records in finals. Etcetera and so on....
A SEASON that has brought so much joy, a campaign of victory upon victory, of glorious football is now ebbing towards an ultimately sad conclusion. It shouldn’t be this way, but it just is. Defeat in the Nou Camp on Wednesday night was hard to take. Attempting to get...
GULFS. Rivers. Oceans between these sides. But what matters is this: everyone gave the best of themselves, broadly speaking. Whatever happened in the end of kicking the ball in the goal. There is a thing we do where we forget this fact – Huddersfield’s...
Alisson: 8 I reckon I’m giving him a couple of points for not sitting down first half. Like, lashing his boots off, spreading a blanket out and maybe eating some cheese and crackers. Made a good save second half which frankly he should have been lying down for,...
EIGHTY eight points. I whisper things the city sings them back to you. I am my age. I can’t argue with the facts on that one. I am my age. These lads have more points than anyone since 1988, at which point it was 90 points from 40 games. The 78-79 team were a...
OH. My. God. I mean, you can’t watch that fucking match and not think The Reds are not going to somehow win the league. We are fucking spawny, la. How hasn’t that lad scored? How hasn’t he scored? How hasn’t it at least hit his massive head and gone in instead of it...
AT Anfield we only get to watch them three more times maximum. Only four more league games. Acclaim them. Love them. Commune with them. Be prepared to bleed with them. But be part of their brilliance and have them be part of our need. Time has accelerated around us....
I DON’T know about you but I need this fucking season to hurry up and end. I’m like fourth season Bubs at this point. A ghost of a man. Hollowed out. Somehow, this morning I agreed to buy my bird a caravan if The Reds win the league. A fucking caravan. Like a...
TRANSCENDENT. Here’s the scene. Last season in this fixture late in the game, Mo Salah went around their whole side and finished beautifully. It went off. It meant nothing. Both there and then and in the bigger picture. This season he just keeps it alive back...
I MEAN, for the love of everything that is holy, how the frigging hell are we meant to live our normal lives? Work tomorrow, yer? Yer, yer, sound. These civilians, just wandering around living their lovely, ordinary, no peaks no trough lives and The Reds are fucking...
