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...
AND then there were seven. Seven games, seven days, seven plots yet to be written. Seven beginnings, seven endings. Our silent prayer must be that they all remain relevant. We’ve come this far that the minimum we’re surely permitted is to be there to see how this all...
YOUR heart pounding when James Milner steps up. Your head hurts a little bit, that might be a sign of last night, your head hurts and your heart pounds, and you watch James Milner step up and you are pleased he is there but know what it all means. It means everything....
REMEMBER that article that these wrote the other week about Hodgson in their match programme? That was weird, wasn’t it? Anyway, I am watching the game at home. It is incompatible with anyone having a nice time. I mean, people are trying to get on with their Sunday...
Neil Atkinson is joined by Adam Smith and Lizzi Doyle to react to Liverpool’s 2-1 win over Fulham at Craven Cottage. For more reaction to The Reds’ win return to the top of the league, SUBSCRIBE to TAW Player… If you're already subscribed, click here...
