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The stadium died when the Commonwealth games died. That's all it was, an elaborate attempt to follow in City's footsteps and bung a free stadium at the tax payers expense. What kind of council would accept taking on the burden of hundreds of millions of pounds worth of debt - at a time when council funding has been more than halved - to allow a provincial club, with hardly any fans - who can't even sell out their current stadium - to build a giant stadium on the docks, when they could conceivably be relegated any season now and default on their payments? It's not like they weren't in a relegation battle at one stage last season, or that Silva hasn't got form for taking teams down. The only people that have signed off on this are zealot blues like Joe Anderson, who would gladly see the city turned into the slums of Mumbai, so long as Everton get a new stadium. This is what will happen. They'll puff their chest out about a new stadium and partake in weekly finance talks. Then the talks will be by-weekly, then monthly. Then Meis (Monorail) will pop up with some more plans after a few months. Then eventually it'll just go quiet and all the parties will act like non of it ever happened. Joe Anderson can then crow to his blue mates that he did everything in his power to make it a reality, and talk about how the redshite councillors stopped it all from happening - which will be passed on as a second hand grievance by Everton fans 20 years from now. And thus the cycle is complete.

On the other hand, third place in GOT Player of the Month for December went to Jordan Pickford.

If it comes with a good offer, it takes it.

For me, Shelvey needs to hit him much harder there, Clive.

First day of feeling close to well in months, having bungled my maintenance treatment dates this summer like a twat. Had to grind through a full term at uni when I needed to go into hospital, then have intensely toxic medication for two weeks over my Xmas holidays. Have felt like Han Solo coming out of carbon freezing for the past week since they finished, wrecked and sleeping dead to the world for 12 hours every night rather than the usual 7 or 8. Today I feel really well, happy, just had a fuck off great big panini with roast beef, brie and onion chutney, and it’s going to be a marvellous day...writing an essay and revising. Happy New Year, you ugly cunts.

Truly a prophet is never recognised in his own land.

Don Balon reporting that Harry Kane has been spotted licking the transfer window Tend to believe this myself

I think adding chips to your fry-up is probably one of those bizarre Freemason rituals like rolling up one trouser leg or exposing a nipple. Totally anti-social and wrong'un behavior however you look at it. No wonder the cunts meet in secret.

Beans for breakfast go back to medieval times. People who don't have beans are basically either working class traitors or Tories. https://www.vice.com/en_uk/article/7xyj5q/answering-the-most-important-question-about-the-british-fry-up?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter

Koeman is sound, himmand his sons were on the same flight as me on Saturday. He posed with pictures for everyone who asked at the gate.

Saved a fortune last night by celebrating our title win and New Year’s Eve with the same bottle of champagne.

Frozen, formed into a triangle potatostuff is not hashbrowns anyway. This is:

And ironically the one direction impossible to go is the one most will need.

He’s defo seen this thread and binned aRdja off.

They were on sale on hanon.com, paid £45 for them including delivery. Real happy with them.

Doesn't work for redeveloped grounds. Klopp personally bludgeoned an old granny to death on Lothair Road, so he did. Lost her husband in Gallipoli, and she pregnant with twins.

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Imagine going to Anfield this season, being part of that buzz as we're swatting teams aside, singing our way to victory. And on the other hand there's the odd moody cunt, refusing to sing, arms crossed and stoney faced, not willing to get excited until the day we actually win it. For me the journey is just as exciting as the outcome.

The Henry Winter article they're frothing at the mouth about Every supporter should celebrate if Liverpool triumph henry winter, chief football writer Share Save Football has always been a kick in the tribals. Rival fans lash out at the lauding of Liverpool, just as many fume at headlines celebrating Manchester United’s revival under Ole Gunnar Solskjaer and seethe at the deification of Mauricio “But what’s he won?” Pochettino. It’s the supporter’s staple of insularity often stained with jealousy, almost amplifying love for their own team by loathing others. It’s being a fan. Opposing supporters fulminate at the lengthy eulogies bestowed on Manchester City under the visionary Pep Guardiola, whose team was acclaimed as the greatest in Premier League history a month ago. The focus has changed, the pendulum swinging more in Liverpool’s favour now. The media, far from fickle, simply reflects form and there is plenty of uplifting work, on and off the field, to reflect and respect now with Liverpool. The possibility of Liverpool winning the title — and it needs stating again and again that a defiant, dynamic City still stand in their way — causes apoplexy among many. Talk to fans of other clubs and they frequently claim a media love-in with Liverpool. One Chelsea diehard totted up the number of former Liverpool players working as pundits and, exhausted, stopped at 44. Manchester United alumni fill studios, too. Most of the former United and Liverpool pundits are pretty objective. Press boxes are neutral, and the three or four Liverpool fans by birth among the main 50-odd football writers are, to this observer’s eye, consistently balanced. Yes, they salute Jürgen Klopp and his team, just as they have City under Guardiola, United under Sir Alex Ferguson, Chelsea under José Mourinho and Arsenal, for the most part, under Arsène Wenger. And yet there is this perception of Liverpool being the media darlings. During an instructive debate on social media over the past 36 hours, one supporter retorted, and doubtless spoke for many: “Facts don’t matter when it comes to hating Liverpool.” Why? What is it about Liverpool that stirs such antipathy? The tasteless “always the victim” chants from United visitors can be consigned to the shameful shadows where they belong when set against the bravery of so many Liverpool campaigners fighting for justice over Hillsborough. (During the run-in, April brings the 30th anniversary of the disaster, which will keep even the thought of a mere trophy, a mere sport in proper perspective). Opposing fans accuse Kopites of a sense of entitlement, of living in the past, singing “we won it five times” about their European Cup feats, but great clubs do cherish their history. And if Chelsea fans’ banner of “making history, not reliving it” is a dig at Liverpool, they cannot also slam the Kop for revelling in the present. Isn’t this what every fan wants? A proud past and a future full of hope? Liverpool are in a good place then. Firmino is one third of a Liverpool front three that has been whipping up a stormALAMY Rival fans spluttering about what Kopites will be like if they were to end 29 years without the title should imagine their own reaction if they had waited that long. Desperate for the trophy. Those holding on even longer, the likes of Everton and Spurs, should take heart that persistence may be rewarded. Even if Liverpool fail to outrun Guardiola’s champion thoroughbreds, there is so much to admire. Liverpool possess many principles that should be valued even more in a changing, more corporate world. The game should be about glory, about trophies, which Klopp’s men chase and the Kop craves. Football should not be about the battle for fourth, the amassing of dividends for shareholders or who has got the biggest, busiest megastore. Liverpool seem to have the balance right between one foot in the community and one foot in the commercial world. So those who decry the Kop, who believe that Liverpool fans are a “cult” with their banners and anthems should not forget that it was Liverpool supporters, along with Arsenal’s and a few others, who led the fight against Premier League clubs’ avarice on ticket prices. In February 2016, the Kop called their owners out over the scandalous £77 charge for a seat for 90 minutes in the new stand, staging a walk-out and chorusing “you greedy bastards, enough is enough”. Fenway Sports Group (FSG), in fairness, backed down (although some issues remain). Liverpool’s chief executive, Peter Moore, recently took to social media to address fans’ frustrations about the members’ ticket sales process. There seems an accountability at Anfield not always found among elite English clubs. Just talk to Arsenal fans. They would love to talk properly to their increasingly distant club. At Liverpool, FSG appointed Tony Barrett, formerly a football writer of The Times, as head of club and supporter liaison, a conduit between the terraces and corridors of power. When Liverpool visited Roma last May, it was Barrett, standing outside the Stadio Olimpico with many fans and too few open gates, contacting Uefa, urging them to react quickly. Uefa rarely respond with the requisite speed but Barrett got them to, preventing a bottleneck. No wonder his unstinting commitment to fans’ welfare earned him an award from the Football Supporters’ Federation. Other clubs are considering following Liverpool’s example, liaising better with supporters. Good. Liverpool do many things right, keeping club close to community. They have a manager in Klopp who cares, who used his Christmas message to hail the NHS and the work being carried out at Alder Hey hospital “with absolute world-class staff supporting those brave children and parents fighting some of life’s most important battles. I cannot tell you how high my respect and admiration is for everyone there”. Most clubs would love Klopp representing them so passionately, engaging with fans, clearly loved by his players. And yet, beyond the bonhomie is a driven, almost ruthless figure, drawing fully on sports science to prepare his team. Liverpool even employ a specialist throw-in coach. Klopp is about marginal gains as well as inspiring man-management. He is a man who understands his environment, whether dressing room, stand or surrounding streets, and connects with them emotionally. How many other managers do? Mourinho didn’t. Liverpool have kept their soul amid their pursuit of the Premier League titlePHIL NOBLE/REUTERS Klopp’s players are committed to their community work, like their peers elsewhere of course. Everton’s are exceptional. Arsenal In The Community has been changing — and saving — lives since 1985. Liverpool players certainly understand their responsibilities. The captain, Jordan Henderson, organised a whip-round at Melwood for Fans Supporting Foodbanks and met up with Liverpool fan Ian Byrne and Evertonian Dave Kelly, two of the driving forces behind this vital initiative. A foodbank van is stationed on club land on Anfield Road on match-day. Moore is a regular contributor and there is a drop-off point for donations in the Anfield shop. Liverpool have kept their soul, not always easy for a club in the money-obsessed Premier League. Trent Alexander-Arnold hosted a lunch for the lonely and disadvantaged on Christmas Day, Henderson funded an event for underprivileged or disabled children two days before Christmas and handed out presents, while Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain visited a charity in Toxteth. Many players do this, as they should, using football as a force for good, but it is worth noting in the feverish debate about Liverpool that their squad is a collection of good characters as well as good players. On the pitch, their talent is clear. It is important for the overall lustre of the Premier League that such a thrilling team, who have never won the title in the present format, are in contention. That might add a fistful of dinars to the next overseas broadcast deal. Everybody benefits. Anybody who loves exciting, fearless football should appreciate the attacking from full back of Alexander-Arnold and Andy Robertson towards the predatory poetry in motion of Mo Salah, Sadio Mané and Roberto Firmino, who can whip up a storm in an instant. As one Liverpool fan posting on the Red And White Kop forum observed: “We aren’t walking through the storm now — we are the storm.” The storm has built gradually and shrewdly under Klopp, a lesson to clubs, whatever the vicious views of rival fans. Stan Kroenke, Arsenal’s absentee owner, could certainly look at what his compatriot John W Henry oversees at Liverpool: an outstanding, balanced recruitment structure, investing properly in ability, seeking out bargains such as Robertson at £8 million and also spending £75 million on a centre back of Virgil van Dijk’s commanding nature, rather than Sokratis and Shkodran Mustafi, defensive makeweights who cost Arsenal £53 million between them. So ignore the tribal screams; Liverpool should be seen as a model club in many ways.

Joking aside, they should have gone to Kirkby when they had the chance. Building costs would have been lower; there was room to grow; the council would have bent over backwards for them; road, rail, bus and (probably) tram links would have been excellent; and it's only a short hop from Goodison anyway - it would have moved the club closer to much of its fanbase. Instead, they were hamstrung by their own petty parochialism - born largely from years of trying to mock us for our ability to attract fans from all over the world - to the extent that crossing a municipal boundary, arbitrarily drawn in 1974, was seen as a step too far. They remind me of Brexiteers getting cross at losing their right to free movement: they are bitter (and angrily in denial) about being a small club, but that is exactly what they choose to be.

There’s a black comedy in there somewhere, where good old Sajid manages to deport himself. Via some yes minister machinations of the sir Humphrey brigade.

Yanks with hash browns and cockney's with chips, the dirty bastards. And this from a devout spud lover. There is no place for a spud on a breakfast plate.

Fuck City and fuck Guardiola the baldy headed in awe of Klopp cunt. We're going to win 3-1.

As someone who has worked on the building for many years let’s discuss Hash Browns. I can never remember them being an item on a brekkie until the last 12/15 years. Or is it just me? Or my memory.

If that lean isn't a come and get me plea I don't know what is.

What happens tomorrow will not define our season one way or another.

He may not be talking about Robertson. We do have a problem at left back if Andy goes down.

Andy Robertson cost less than £10m! He's fucking brilliant, he'd still be fucking brilliant at 5 times the price! I'm not gonna start saying he's the best in the league / europe / the world but he's brilliant, he's the ideal left back for us and I wouldn't swap him!

People in the Middle Ages used to live in wattle and daub huts, so the above is like saying people who live in brick houses are working class traitors or Tories. If something is shit, and you don’t have to put up with it any more, then you get rid. That goes for wattle and daub huts and beans on a breakfast.

We're in good shape if our Left Back is considered to be our 'problem'.

When we were kids my Da ruled the kitchen/galley (a former ship's cook in his younger days) he would get home from the dock's and often make a pie of fried off sausages placed in a large oval pyrex pie dish covered by tinned beans and, in turn, covered in a thick layer of corned beef hash with grated cheese spread on the top and put in the oven while he enjoyed the benefits of a can of Double Diamond (or similar) while reading the Echo and listening to the news on Radio Merseyside at appx 234758,000000000 decibels. Us kids loved it.

They fucking love that "another first" thing don't they. Even though some of the 1sts are the same as existing ones. The 1st to 4500 games. The 1st to 4501 games... And so it goes on!

I'm so proud of you aRdja. A 2 sausage brekkie for well under a tenner and a pair of wearable trabs all within a week. Who knew this was possible this time last year?

Just call the forum that and stuff everything else in there.

Sweet Caroline should only ever be sung from within the confines of Mook's arse.

Just post how you feel and try to share it in the best way possible. Policing other people's feelings is extremely annoying virtue-signalling. I speak as someone that used to delight in it.

Dougies point stands though, no good screaming poverty when you’re handing out more hundreds of thousands to fat cats regardless of the mathematics, funny how the rest of the public sector has had to eat shit for the past decade. Auntie really is becoming an embarrassment.

If I go to cafes and they have a fry-up, it’d feel like cheating on TLW if I ordered something else.

If City beat us, it'll be because they play at the best, not because we don't turn up. We'll fucking turn up.

If so, maybe it's a great testimony to our club that - despite not having won a title for 28 years - there is still subconscious envy. People have forgotten United already, perhaps, and still remember the original and best dominant club of English football. Imagine the hate in May when both Manchesters are knocked off their perch! Happy New Year, everyone.

For cruelty?

Throw him on the stockpile

Rugby fans who call Twickenham 'Twickers'. Fuck off Tarquin.

Arsenal's defence when Bobby waltzed through for his second was pure Keystone Kops, total slapstick stuff. There's a pic on one of the threads somewhere of 3 of the fuckers either on their arses or trying to get up, looking totally lost and bemused. Absolutely comical. City's defence won't be anywhere near as bad, but we've proved before they ain't all that. Stout hearts and cool heads required on Thursday. Just the sort of things champions have an abundance of.

When you painstakingly load the dishwasher so everything fits perfectly, switch it on and then walk into another room only to find a rogue cup sat on the table.