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  1. And so it ends. In the most predictable way possible. It’s been obvious for weeks that we’d probably win all of our games and it wouldn’t be enough. Leicester were the last hope we had of taking anything off City, as Brighton didn’t have a meatball’s chance in Luke Shaw’s house. All we could do was make sure we didn’t allow some tinpot smalltime deadbeat club like Newcastle or Wolves to have the satisfaction of saying they cost us the title, and thankfully we did that. Nine wins in a row to end the season. Unbeaten at home for the second year running. 97 points. Only one defeat (courtesy of a ref from Manchester). Two Golden Boot winners. The Golden Glove winner. The Premier League and PFA Player of the Year. Trent smashing the assists record for a defender. Andy Robbo being the greatest human being on the planet. I could go on and on about this season, but it’s not over yet because we’ve still got a chance to come away with a big prize. That’s the very least these lads deserve from this incredible season. This game was tough though. Really tough. It’s the kind of game we’ve made a habit of losing over the years. Wolves packed the defence but posed a threat on the break. They’re set up perfectly to pick off good teams, but they’re shite when they have to make the play themselves. So playing a side with our attacking intent suits them perfectly. Throw in the tired legs from that Herculean effort in midweek and the whole distraction of what was happening at Brighton and this had the potential to go south for us. It didn’t though, because these players fought through the tiredness. They blocked out the disappointment they must have been feeling when they heard the City score, and they dug deep to win a game that was threatening to get away from them in the second half. The spirit of this group of players never fails to impress me. It would have been easy to stop fighting and give in to the fatigue when they knew the title had gone but instead they found something deep inside them to fight even harder. Wolves were pushing hard for an equaliser. Their fans were taunting us and the whole thing looked like it could fall flat. But the boys rallied, got the second goal to kill the game and ended the season in a manner befitting of everything that had gone before. They won the game for their own sense of pride and defiance. In fact, defiance was the tone for the majority of the afternoon, although it was briefly punctuated by hope, then confusion, then disappointment. Then back to defiance again. It was a weird day really. We started the game well and got an early goal when Hendo and Trent combined well to set up Mané to score at the Kop end. We were attacking the Kop end because Conor Coady won the toss and made us change ends. The fuck is that about lad? City have got their ex players deliberately missing chances against them while ours are pulling stunts like that? Anyway, we’re 1-0 up and looking good, and then the news comes through that Brighton have scored. Cue mass celebrations around the stadium. Personally I didn’t like it. It was too early and it meant nothing. I understand why people did it and got excited, I just couldn’t buy into it myself as I knew City would come back and I also knew it would be distracting to our players. Then it got really weird. From what I could tell, the original cheer had come from the Anny Road end of the Main Stand. Everyone else seemed to pick up on it from them. A minute later, another cheer went up so I looked to my left and saw the same section of the crowd going mad again. It couldn’t be 2-0, could it? Shit, even I was ready to go mad at that point. Still too soon, but a 2-0 lead would have been a whole different ball game. Then the cheering died down and there was just confusion. No-one seemed to know what was happening, but some of the Wolves fans were celebrating. Then a fella in front of me managed to get a signal on his phone and saw that it was 1-1. Word filtered around and the air was sucked out of the place. From what I can tell, the second cheer started in the away end but because the first one came from our fans down near that corner, people must have assumed it was them again and that it meant another Brighton goal. It was really deflating though. Wolves fans cheering Man City goals was just sad. For many of them I don’t even think it’s because they had a preference as to who won the title, I just think that, like fans of every other club from that part of the world, they’re unfunny 'banter' cunts. I’ll get to them later though. That whole episode absolutely killed the rest of the first half. The players lost their rhythm completely and we barely had another attack worthy of the name after that. Wolves were closest to a goal when Doherty hit the bar after a dangerous counter attack. It had gone flat and it was almost certainly because of what was happening in the other game. It was hard not to be invested in the events at Brighton though. It’s easy to say “just do our job and see what happens” but the fans are always going to be following the other game and it’s inevitable that news will filter through to the players. They’ll have known by the roar that City were losing but they’ll also have known by the way it just completely died down that it was either a false alarm, or that City had equalised. And it showed in the rest of the half. Klopp kept looking around at the crowd with a wry smile. He probably wanted to tell everyone to shut the fuck up about the City game and just worry about our own lads, but equally he’ll have known that he’d be wasting his time. I felt that we badly needed to get to half time though so he could talk to the players and get them refocused. The problem in the second half wasn’t focus though, it was legs. It looked to me like a few of our lads hit a wall. Wolves knew it too, and began to get more adventurous. In the opening half hour they basically played with a flat back five and three sitting midfielders. Their front two were left all alone and couldn’t get into the game. When it became clear that our energy levels had dropped though, their wing backs began pushing forward and they were giving us loads of problems. Alisson needed to come to the rescue a few times and we also had some good last ditch defending to clear the danger. We were offering nothing in attack anymore and Wolves had us on the back foot. The midfield lads may have been a bit leggy, and Trent and Robbo defo seemed to be flagging a bit, but the real problem was that the ball just wasn’t sticking up front. It kept coming back at us because the forwards weren’t holding it. Mo was especially poor. He never looked sharp all day and the week of training he missed with that concussion certainly seemed to have an adverse effect on him. Mané became very sloppy too in the early part of the second half, while Origi had faded after a brilliant start to the game. He looked great in the opening 20 minutes or so. Full of confidence and really positive. Like the Origi of the spring of 2016. Great to see. We didn’t get him the ball enough after that, but he did go really close with a volley following a move that he started. It looked like a defender managed to get something on it and deflect it over the bar, but it’s Martin Atkinson so I wasn’t surprised when he signalled for a goal-kick. I was surprised when Divock’s number was raised immediately after and he made way for Milner. Don’t get me wrong, we definitely needed Milner out there to settle things down and retake control of the game, but Origi can consider himself a little unlucky to be the one to make way. The change saw Wijnaldum go right, Milner left and Hendo and Fabinho sitting in the middle. I suspect the logic behind it was that Wolves are much better when the other team comes at them, so let’s sit in a bit and force them to make the play themselves, because they can’t, the counter attacking cunts. It worked well. Wolves were much less threatening after the change and some of the lads who had been flagging (most noticeably Trent and Hendo, who had become a little erratic with their passing) got their second wind. Trent then crossed for Sadio to put the game to bed. The goal brought him level with Mo in the race for the Golden Boot. We didn’t know at the time, but Aubameyang was also on 22 goals and all three players would share it. One thing I did know after the Mané goal was that nobody was getting a pass from Mo for the rest of the game. And they didn’t. A couple of times he went alone and incurred the wrath of team-mates, but it was always going to happen. Being top scorer means more to him than it does to Mané, who just seems a lot more laid back about the whole thing. Sadio has no pens in his 22 goals so for me he’s the real winner. He’s been brilliant this season, especially since the turn of the year when he’s taken up the slack when others haven’t been firing. I was rooting for him to get his hat-trick as it would have been well deserved. Maybe that’ll come in Madrid in a few weeks. He’s often been the man for the big occasion and scored in last year’s final. But then Mo will be itching to make up for what happened last year. I don’t really care which one is the hero, just as long as we win. The second half of this game was probably the least enjoyable experience I’ve had at Anfield all season. We knew City were finishing above us and I think everyone just wanted the game over with. What made it worse was that for a while it was looking like we might not even hold onto our lead, and all of this was being played out to a backdrop of the away end acting like, well, acting like Midlands fans. Wolves, Birmingham, Villa, they’re all the same really. Unfunny sad cunts. I’d happily see every Midlands team relegated and never come back up. The second goal did lighten the mood and the Kop refused to let disappointment put a dampener on the day. We’ve still got a European Cup final to look forward to and the Kop made sure everyone knew it. Maybe Sky were expecting to see some final day of the season tears? Usually you get it from the relegated sides, but they all knew their fate weeks ago. You know the rest of the country were hoping to see some crying scousers, but instead they got defiance. The win over Barca changed everything. Imagine how we’d have felt if we didn’t have that final to look forward to? It would have been heartbreaking watching Klopp and the players doing their lap of appreciation with nothing to show for it. Instead we were waving them off to their third European Final in four years. Usually at the end, you’ll get some fans nipping out to beat the traffic. That didn’t happen this time. I’m sure some managed to sneak out but as I looked around as we waited for the players to come back out, it looked as though everybody had stayed behind, and rightly so. The bond between team and fans is as strong as I can ever remember it. Maybe it was stronger in the 60s and 70s with Shanks, I don’t know, but this is something special. And it’s all down to one man. He made all this happen, and anyone who wants to bring up him ‘not winning anything’ can fuck off. Aside from it being not true (he won plenty at Dortmund), it’s completely missing the point. What he’s done here is incredible. It’s one of the greatest managerial feats of all time. Think about where we were when he arrived, and where we are now. And look at how he’s done it. He’s transformed some players that were here already, he’s brought in world class talent without needing the backing of an oil state to do it, and he’s done it without ever taking a backward step against any team, no matter who they are. That’s what I love most about Klopp. He’s the manager I always wanted. I hate pragmatic, defensive football. I want to see my team go on the front foot and take the game to everybody and play with no fear, and that’s what we do. The 3-0 defeat in Barca won’t be remembered because we lost the game (and because of what happened a week later), but put the scoreline to one side for a second and just think about how we played that night. Did you ever think you’d see a Liverpool side go to Barcelona and dominate them like that? We had more possession and more shots than them. At the Nou Camp. Nobody does that. We lost the game so you can say it counts for nothing, but to me it counts for an awful lot. Players know, you see. The Barca players will have come off the field that night buzzing about their result, but knowing that we’re better than them. Our lads knew it too. A week later it was proved beyond all doubt. My point is, if this team can go away to Barcelona and take the game to them and show no fear, they can do it any venue in world football against any team. The two best teams in the world right now are us and City. They finished on top but I’d much rather be us and I'm not envious of anything about them. There's nothing about City that makes me jealous. I prefer our team. I prefer our players. I prefer our club. I prefer our fans. It means more to us. There’s a bond between crowd and team that isn’t there anywhere else, certainly not at City. Our lads know it. Theirs do too. They’ve got the league title but it’s all just pretty hollow. If our players bring home a trophy they’ll be remembered forever. It’ll be an experience they never forget. It’s different here and that’s why so many want us to fail. It’s also why it will be so much more sweeter when we win something. And we will do. I’m not predicting when and I’m certainly taking nothing for granted against Spurs. Whatever happens, this team is going to be around for a while. We’ve got top class players in every position and they're all still young (apart from Big Games James). We have players other clubs would love to have, but we’re now in a position where we don’t need to worry about that. You’d have to be batshit crazy to want to leave Liverpool right now. The way this team plays, the way the crowd reacts to it, this fucking manager. Who wouldn’t want to play here? The scenes at the end were understandably a little bit subdued I thought. The players wanted to show their thanks to the fans (Hendo’s programme notes on that were fucking amazing by the way) and the fans stayed to pay tribute to the remarkable efforts Klopp and his boys have given us all year. Alisson got presented with the Golden Glove for his 21st clean sheet of the season, while Sadio and Mo got the Golden Boot. Mo’s little girl brought the house down by dribbling from the halfway line to score in front of the Kop. And then as they tried to bring her off the pitch she turned around and did it again. Then the rest of the players and their families came out. There were so many people on that pitch it was hard to even make out the players. That’s how it is now, every year there’s more and more. Trent’s brothers and mates were out there playing keepy uppy in the middle of the pitch, and long after everyone else had gone Trent was whipping crosses in for them to attack. Love that. The owners were out there too. I was taking some photos of Klopp and as I zoomed in I saw him go “WOW!!!”. Turns out he’d seen Linda in a bright pink dress with these big weird red gloves! Jurgen gave her a hug and then did the same for Henry and Werner, although they didn’t get a ‘WOW!!!” As I left Anfield I wasn’t disappointed, just sad. How can you be disappointed when the players have produced a season unlike any other. Not even the most decorated of Liverpool teams have performed at the level these lads have over an entire season. 97 points and a European Cup Final. Incredible. So I’m not disappointed. I’m just sad that this team (and manager) didn’t get what they deserved. Sad that we, the fans, are still waiting for that title. It’s doing my head in, it feels like we’re jinxed and will never win it again, but thankfully Klopp doesn’t see things that way and neither will the players. They’ll come back ready to do it all again next season. I’ve never been prouder of a Liverpool team as I am of this one. It’s hard to take knowing that we’ve had the greatest season in the club’s entire history and it’s STILL not enough to win the title. It’s even harder to take when you know that we’re Carl Lewis and we’ve been beaten by Ben Johnson. What rubs salt in the wound is when it seems like everyone is cheering for Ben Johnson and seeing him as the saviour, just because they don’t like Carl Lewis! It’s also galling how nobody in the media seems to want to even mention the complete disregard for the rules of the competition that everybody else is playing by. If that sounds like sour grapes it’s because it fucking is. My grapes couldn’t possibly be any sourer. I don’t know how Klopp can be so philosophical about it all. I’d be fucking steaming if I was him. Especially when that daft bald cunt is harping on about their ‘achievement’ and how they were the underdogs. Fuck off you stacked deck, shite cardigan wearing fucking egghead. And I don’t want to hear “if we’d beaten Leicester at home or West Ham away” or “drawing with United and Everton cost us the title”. We can nit-pick until the cows come home but it’s unfair on Klopp and the players. They didn’t win every single game, but who does? This City team who are being lauded the greatest ever lost four fucking games this season. FOUR! We lost one. So harping back to a few draws we had along the way as the reason we came up short just doesn’t feel right to me. I have no regrets about anything we did. None. Those draws didn’t decide the title, the defeat at Man City did. That was the game that did it. If we’d been able to avoid defeat that day we’d be Champions now, but that we didn’t was largely due to circumstances beyond our control. Everyone will remember the 11mm that denied Sadio a goal but that wasn’t decisive because we went on to equalise after that anyway. As I’ve said before, the reason we lost that game is that a referee from Manchester failed to produce a red card for bulb head Kompany when the game was 0-0. That’s it. It’s that simple. The title went City’s way because a local ref helped them out. How that was allowed to happen in the first place I’ll never understand, and it’s something that has been brought up before when the same ref shafted us against United a couple of years ago. You can’t have a ref from Manchester officiating City or United games. Just can’t have it. It’s nonsensical. Keith Hackett even brought it up on Twitter this morning, saying that Taylor’s incorrect decision decided the title. That tackle was worthy of two red cards, let alone one. It was an out of control, high lunge. That’s an automatic red. Plus he was the last defender, denying a goalscoring opportunity. Yet fuck all was said about it at the time and other than Hackett and bitter, resentful bastards like me who will never let things like this go, fuck all is being said now. Yet the media are all out to get City apparently. This despite the fact that no-one in the British media ever addresses the fucking massive FFP elephant in the room. “Oh what a great side” “Pep is the best ever” “Yes they’ve spent money, but what a wonderful team”. Just fuck off. Fuck right off. One day someone might call it like it is and expose Ben Johnson FC for the cheating cunts they are, but it won’t be any time soon though, not while they’re the only ones capable of stopping us from dominating the league like we always used to. Maybe if we fall back into the pack and the gap at the top is 30 points again, maybe then, maybe, people will realise what a fucking problem this is. While City are stopping us winning stuff though, they’re safe from any recriminations. Here’s the stupid thing though. All these soft cunts cheering for them don’t realise that it’s not just us that City are cheating out of trophies. It’s other teams. Brighton and Watford for example. Brighton were beaten by them in an FA Cup semi final, and Watford are about to be beaten by them in a final. Chelsea lost the League Cup Final to them. Burton Albion reached a semi but lost 9-0 because City rotated the squad and drafted in a load of £50m squad players. This shit affects everyone, but all these stupid cunts cheering for City can’t see the wood for the trees. Without us, City would be winning the league by a landslide. Ok, most of the other clubs in the league aren’t affected by that anyway, but they are affected by what is happening with the cups. City are hoovering up those as well. This means that there are no trophies for anyone to play for anymore, yet no-one is arsed. Why? How come we’re the only ones talking about City’s rampant rule breaking? I almost want them to beat Watford 10-0 next week just to emphasise the point. Fans of other clubs are, for the most part, morons. I don’t give a shit about Everton fans singing Blue Moon away at Spurs, as being a blue is such a miserable, joyless existence how can anyone blame them for revelling in us not winning the title. If we had won it their shitty lives would be almost unbearable. The only thing they have to cling to is hoping we aren’t successful, so I give them a pass for all their fawning over City. Hell, they did the same for United so why would this be any different? I remember them singing Glory Glory Man United at a derby game back in the day, so this is nothing new and I get why they are the way they are. Shit, United themselves are just as sad now. Cheering Man City’s goals while they’re losing 2-0 at home to Cardiff on the way to finishing sixth. Yeah, they should be laughed at. They don’t deserve anger, they deserve pity or ridicule, take your pick. So none of that bothers me, if anything it amuses me. Everton and United are our rivals, us winning the title would have been their worst nightmare. What about all these other whoppers though? Top of the list being Wolves, but you could probably replace them with half the teams in the league had they been playing us this weekend. They weren’t playing us though, Wolves were, so that’s who I’m going to focus on here, even though it’s a certainty there’ll be other ‘banter merchants’ following their lead when they face us next season. Cheering the City goals was bad enough, but “you nearly won the league” and “you fucked it up again”? Where to even start with that? I’m embarrassed for them, the sad bastards. I mean fucking hell, it was only a month ago that they blew a 2-0 lead with 10 minutes to go in an FA Cup semi against Watford. A MONTH!!! And they’re taunting us about ‘nearly’ winning something and ‘fucking things up’. We’ve lost one game all season, to the team who won the title, and even that was a fucking screw job. Having skidmarks like them taunting us is beyond the fucking pale, it really is. It bothered me. I wish it didn’t, because that’s the reason they do it. But it did. It fucking pissed me off big time. I’m still pissed off now and I won’t forget it. I still bear a huge grudge about Newcastle’s fucking lad bible, shitty ‘bantz’ at Anfield when we were at the height of the Gillett & Hicks saga. Fuck Newcastle and fuck Wolves. Fuck everyone who’s not us. All these sad, pitiful, desperate fucking losers, the same cunts who had the summer of their lives last year when their shitty England team reached a semi final after having the kind of easy draw normally reserved for Man City in a domestic cup, are taking the piss out of us? The team with the third most points in the history of football in this country? Fucking Brexit bastards. We’re failures but Southgate and Kane are national heroes honoured by the queen. This fucking country, eh? Next season we’ll be subjected to all that bollocks all over again, just like we had with the Demba Ba crap. So let’s just win that European Cup and then ram it down the throats of all these fuckers. “Oh Liverpool fans will be unbearable if they win anything”. You’re damn fucking right we will. You don’t even know the half of it. You’d better hope Spurs beat us next month because if they don’t, I promise you’ll never hear the fucking end of it. And when we eventually do win the league, you should probably go and live in another country or take up another sport, because we’ll be the most unbearable gloating cunts you’ve ever seen, and you’ll have brought it on yourselves. Star man is Alisson, just ahead of Mané and Matip. Team: Alisson; Alexander-Arnold, Matip, Van Dijk, Robertson (Gomez); Fabinho, Henderson, Wijnaldum (Oxlade-Chamberlain); Salah, Origi (Milner), Mané:
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  3. Bollocks. You can't tell me he shouldn't be doing better here.
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  4. Bottom Game of Thrones He-man Come Dine with Me Floyd on Fish The A-Team Louis Theroux Documentarys Only Fools and Horses LOST The Office Honourable mention to 1990s WWF wrestling. And Emu and the Pinkwindmill. Of course
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  5. Knightmare was great, too.
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  6. The Day Today Brass Eye Knowing Me Knowing You Nathan Barley Batman (Adam West era) Auf Wiedersehen Pet The Wire Planet Earth Babestation LFCTV
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  7. Sky News running with the "City could face European Ban" story coincidentally just after the league is won. Meanwhile Bolton get a 12 point deduction for their clubs financial misdemeanours
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  8. Wanted to let the dust settle a bit from Sunday. Get this won Reds
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  9. Saturday May 4: Newcastle 2 L 3 Bloody hell, it’s a good job there’s only one more week of this as I can’t handle it. The roller coaster of emotions just leaves you shattered. I started this game confidently, thinking we’d smash them. We went one up and I thought “yep, that’ll open the floodgates”. Then we conceded and I knew it was going to be one of those wild ones. You can tell, can’t you? There’s just something about how the game starts to go where you know it’s one of those Palace 3-3 or Norwich 5-4 type games. This one didn’t quite turn out like that but it could have done as chances came at both ends. When it went to 2-2 and Mo got carried off, I won’t lie to you, I was utterly despondent. At that moment I’d given up. The brave run coming an end here of all places, against these fucking deluded, annoying fucking morons? Honestly, I felt like crying. And then up pops Big Div again to save the day. Ultimately it’s almost certainly not going to count for anything, but if City win it then let them win it, don’t give any of these other fucking dickheads the opportunity to gloat over ending our title hopes. Let’s just win our games and fuck everybody else and what they think. I love these lads, they’ve done us proud and it breaks my heart that they’re going to end the season with nothing. I feel worse for them than I do for myself (and I feel pretty fucking bad for myself!). They shouldn’t have to face that disappointment after everything they’ve given us this year, it’s completely unjust. Football is an absolute twat, just a proper cruel bastard. Meanwhile, shots fired by some tool at the Guinea FA. "The adductors [injury] is two to three weeks of unavailability. The Liverpool coach has to pull himself together, let the doctors do their job. Naby Keita belongs to a state before belonging to Liverpool. I remind the Liverpool coach a little bit of the rules if he does not know it. So it's hasty and pretentious to make statements like this. What we do know is that Naby Keita will play at the African Cup of Nations 2019." Belongs to a state before he belongs to Liverpool. Err no, he doesn’t ‘being’ to anybody but we pay his wages so that gives us more say than you, soft lad. If it was a 2-3 week injury then Naby would still have a chance of being fit for the final, should we get there, but no-one has mentioned that so clearly it’s a long term thing. International football needs to fuck off. Bet they call him up and make him play injured. Sunday May 5: Mad how the top four race turned out. Spurs did all they could to blow it but Arsenal somehow managed to out-Spurs them, while United have just remained in their sixth placed comfort zone all season. They couldn’t even beat Huddersfield. What a bunch of useless lazy overpaid bastards. Great isn’t it? Meanwhile, not good news on Mo. He’s almost certainly out for Barca because of the concussion rules that don’t allow you to play for seven days (I think it’s seven, not sure). Why does this shit keep happening to us at the worst possible times? Mo is never injured but he goes off against Madrid in the final and now he’s ruled out of a semi against Barca. Not to mention Bobby has also been ruled out. When does he ever get injured? Never, that’s when. I mean fucking hell, I’ve ran my mouth about what we’d do and had to wait two years for us to get this chance to play Barca, and when it comes around we lose Bobby for both games and Mo for the second leg. With a full team I maintain what I’ve always said - we’d take them apart as they just wouldn’t be able to cope with our speed and intensity. It wasn’t a full team last week and it will be even less of one tomorrow. We just can’t catch a break in these big games. There’s always something. That said, I still give us a 20% chance because it’s Anfield and because our style is like Kryptonite to Barca. Can’t see them not scoring though, that’s the problem. Klopp and his players have been as close to perfection this season as it’s humanly possible to be and it almost certainly still isn’t going to be enough to win something. Not unless Leicester can do something for us tomorrow. Monday May 6: Nope. No favours from Leicester, although I’ve got no complaints with them as unlike most they gave it a decent go. But what can you do when the most red card happy ref in the league decides he’s suddenly going to be lenient and not send off Kompany and Silva? Fuck you Mike Dean, you bad shithouse. What a time for you to go all conservative all of a sudden. Twat. Then City get a one in a million goal from a player who can’t normally hit Lukaku’s arse with a cricket bat. A player who shouldn’t have even been on the pitch. To top it off we then see a recently departed ex Man City player come on as a sub and deliberately miss a glorious chance to equalise just because he doesn’t want his mates to miss out on the title. It fucking stinks, like everything else surrounding Man City. Yeah I said it. Iheanacho deliberately missed that chance. It’s not sour grapes, I just know what I saw and you’ll not convince me otherwise. “Oh no, he’s just shit, that’s all.” That may be the case, but ‘shit’ is blasting over the bar, scuffing a shot wide or hitting it straight at the keeper. And ‘shit’ is a relative term anyway. He’s a professional footballer. I’ll tell you exactly what happened. He missed the goal by eight yards because he put the ball EXACTLY where he was aiming. Meanwhile, Barca send Suarez to do the pre-match press conference and we got all the predictable shite about his fond memories, gratitude, love for the fans and blah blah blah. I learned some time ago not to believe anything that comes out of his mouth. It was around the time of him signing a new contract and professing his love for the club, only to be looking to move to Arsenal a few months later. We were a stepping stone to him and he even inadvertently admitted it today when he said “without Liverpool I’d have never reached the elite level with Barcelona”. Cheeky bastard. He then said he expects to get more applause than whistles and that he thinks he’s remembered fondly here. He is remembered fondly by most, but anyone who applauds him tomorrow needs throwing out. He’s the enemy now, he showed that last week. Saying he won’t celebrate if he scores at Anfield means fuck all because he celebrated enough last week for both legs. And that’s fine, he was entitled to do it as he’s a Barcelona player. Just as we’re entitled to give him hell tomorrow night, because he’s a Barcelona player. A Barcelona player who spent the entire first leg trying to get our players booked and sent off. Just because Carol and Caroline in the canteen made a cake for his kids he thinks he’s still loved. Soft goofy cunt, he’ll find out tomorrow. Tuesday May 7: L 4 Barca 0 Holy fuck! Incredible. Just incredible. That’s the greatest performance ever from a Liverpool team. It was as close to perfection as you can get. A 90 minute performance where the entire team were just phenomenal and hit levels never seen before, both in terms of their quality and their will. Barcelona didn’t know what had hit them and they couldn’t get off the field quick enough at full time. Suarez was on his towards the tunnel before the whistle even went. What a miserable night that was for him. He produced the full repertoire of antics and it got him nowhere. All he managed to do was turn the crowd against him completely. What started as booing ended up with chants of “Fuck off Suarez” and he only has himself to blame for it. He got no change out of Matip and Virg, but he did manage to kick Robbo out of the game with an outrageous bit of shithousery. Robbo had the last laugh though. The match report covers pretty much everything so I won’t repeat myself here. One thing I will say though is that after that City game last night I felt like the season was over. I hadn’t written this one off completely as I don’t think there’s any situation that I’d see as being impossible when it comes to a second leg at Anfield, but I didn’t allow myself to get too hopeful because I didn’t want the disappointment. It really is the hope that kills you. Hoping that Spurs would take points off City. Hoping Burnley might. Then hoping Leicester might. After Monday night I wasn’t going to allow myself to hope Brighton would do anything and I wasn’t going to get too excited about this game (even though I was confident we’d put a few goals past them). Now though? After this, everything has changed. We’ve got something to play for now even if City win 10-0 on Sunday. And because we won tonight, it puts a different slant on the weekend. I don’t feel more confident that Brighton will do anything, it’s just that if they don’t it won’t be as devastating now. In fact, I’ve made my peace with it. Anything we get in the league is a bonus now. It’s almost like a free hit this weekend. If City win then we’ve still got a European Cup Final to look forward to. And if they don’t…. fucking hell. Imagine. Just make sure we beat Wolves and after that what will be will be. I’ll be spending the next two or three weeks bathing in the afterglow of tonight anyway. Up the fucking never say die Reds! Wednesday May 8: Oh fuck off. Not only are we now having to share the ‘amazing comeback’ spotlight with Spurs, but we’ve got to play the fuckers in the final. On the one hand, it could be a lot worse as we’re better than Spurs and should win as long as we play well. On the other hand, I was watching Ajax in this game and I knew they couldn’t live with us. We’d have taken care of them easily. I was desperately hoping they’d hang on but it never felt like they would as they were a shambles at the back. I have no sympathy for them whatsoever either. This was entirely their own fault for the unprofessional, naive way they failed to see the game out. They kept trying to score instead of keeping the ball or just taking it to the corners and winning a set-piece. They asked for trouble and they got it. Maybe it’s because they’re a young team, but players like Tadic and Ziyech aren’t exactly kids are they? And what the fuck was Daley Blind doing out there? Surely he should be calming them down? Spurs have been massively fortunate all the way through this competition and that makes me nervous. Our games with them are always tight anyway but with the stakes so high this time it’s going to be stressful as fuck, especially as that slobbering goon will be back for the final, diving all over the shop as usual. Ultimately though, if we’d been told back in August we’d be in the CL Final again only this time we’d be playing Spurs, we’d have all been made up. You know, one of the best things about a big win like last night is the days of meme’s and videos we get afterwards. Like all the Divock / Pickford stuff following the derby. This one is off the charts, there’s just so much to take in. All the different angles of things we didn’t see last night. The Hendo at the final whistle stuff was incredible. I love that lad so much that I want the Champions League for him more than I do for myself. There’s all the Robbo / Messi stuff too. That’s just funny as fuck. Robbo cares not for reputations does he? Love the way Hendo got involved when he saw Messi getting a little bit too physical with him as well. Obviously Robbo can handle himself but you don’t want him having to, as in th yes of the officials there’s only ever going to be one bad guy in that situation, and it won’t be Messi. I just love all these lads, they’re fucking boss. The ballboys are great too. The one whose quick thinking led to the fourth goal, and the one who ran on and gave Messi the v’s. We’re just boss aren’t we? This is why everyone else hates us, as all of this memorable stuff couldn’t happen anywhere else. Thursday May 9: Some talk of a contract extension for Klopp. Not sure there’s anything in it (Di Marzio on Twitter is as trustworthy as a Pro Brexit politician on campaign) but obviously it would be great news if it was true. There are also reports of a new deal for Origi. This one is trickier. I’m not sure on this at all. I feel bad for even saying that, as the lad has been fucking huge for us when needed this season and I’ll always love him for that. I’m ok with him staying, it’s not that I want him out. The reason I’m conflicted is because if he’s given a new deal, and Brewster is fast tracked into the squad, I don’t think we’ll be signing another forward, and that would be a mistake. Klopp doesn’t want to block Brewster’s path, but clearly we need more up top so the most logical solution would be to let Big Div move on and buy someone shit hot to replace him. A new deal for him would seemingly put paid to that. I hate myself for even thinking that, let alone writing it. I’m really sorry, Div, I know I don’t deserve you as I’m such an ungrateful fucking turd. On the field tonight, Arsenal beat Napoli to book their spot in the Europa Final, and Chelsea win join them after needing penalties to see off Frankfurt. Euro Finals all around then, unless you’re a manc. Friday May 10: So Chelsea and Arsenal get 6k tickets each for the Europa Final. Where’s it being played, Bournemouth? Actually it’s being played on the outermost edge of Europe. It’s virtually in the middle east but that isn’t even the worst part. The stadium holds 68k. So the two finalists get 10% of the allocation each, which leaves 80% going to… actually I don’t even know who. I mean, who the fuck wants to go all that way anyway? It’s bad enough how Spurs and us have been shafted, but this really takes the piss. These finals just aren’t about the fans anymore. We’ll probably still have 40k in Madrid but I dread to think how much people are gonna have to pay to get those corporate tickets that will be touted off. I’ll be watching it in town, like last year. It was a great night until Mo got taken out. Hopefully this time the football gods don’t take a massive shit on us again. Before that though there’s the small matter of the league title being decided. Brighton’s players are saying all the right things and seem genuinely up for the game, which probably won’t matter but is far better than them not being arsed. Pascal Gross wants us to win the league, while former Everton player Shane Duffy just wants to win the game for Brighton. We’ll see. I gave us a 20% chance of going through the other night, but I’d put this one at no more than 5%. I’d like City to concede the first goal for once though. They don’t respond well to adversity but the cunts hardly ever face any. A couple of early goals for us and then Brighton scoring first would set the cat amongst the pigeons, but the more likely scenario is a Sterling back post tap in after two minutes and then Brighton not getting a kick for the rest of the game. We’ll see. In other news today, Suarez undergoes knee surgery and is done for the season. Hope he did it while kicking Robbo, or with his knee slide celebration last week. Realistically though, knowing him, he did it in pre-season but just carried on playing anyway because he’s fucking nails. They’ve won the league and we just dumped them out of Europe, so he may as well get it done now. Bet Barca had to force him too get it done now though as it’s hard enough getting him to miss a training session let alone games. You might be able to tell from my tone that I’ve softened my stance towards him a little. Looking back on it, what happened over those two games was inevitable. It couldn’t have gone any other way. No quarter was going to be asked or given by him as he only knows one way to play. If he hadn’t acted the cunt against us he’d have been short changing Barcelona. So it is what it is. He did what he had to do, we did what we had to do. There are no hard feelings on my part (only because we won!) and I hope he feels the same, but if he is put out by the crowd telling him to fuck off then so be it. You reap what you sew. Finally, you didn’t think I’d managed to get through one of these without ripping on the current state of football journalism did you? Not likely. I did my best, but then I just saw this and saw my arse. ECHO Headline: Peter Crouch ‘felt sick’ watching Liverpool ‘tear Barcelona to shreds’ in Champions League. Actual story: Crouchie was gutted he wasn’t at Anfield for the game because it was an all timer. Slanting it like he was gutted we won though will get a few extra clicks. Fucking snide that. If the ECHO was a footy player it’d be Ander Herrera. and that was the week that was…..
    3 points
  10. I have to take a bottle of water to bed with me instead of a glass after waking up last summer and having a big swig of juice, then looking into the glass after I had swallowed and seeing a fucking massive dead spider curled up and floating at the top. Made me proper paranoid now. Honestly it was huge, approximately the size of @Bjornebye‘s cock, that is to say between one and two inches long.
    3 points
  11. An authentic original, who didn’t take himself seriously. Sort of character who doesn’t make tv programmes anymore, but who opened the door for a whole host of others who don’t have anything like the same charm.
    3 points
  12. Let's just hope he pass the ball when he should.
    3 points
  13. Imagine the ability it takes to call for Salah to be dropped for ruining the attack at the start of a season where he goes on to score 44 goals and then follow it up the next season to call Allison a clown and say we should have kept Karius. Imagine if that was your actual brain, thinking those things. Amazing.
    3 points
  14. June 1st is my birthday. I'm expecting a very big present.
    3 points
  15. "See that bastard over there? No that one.. The big fucking one there see it? Cunt them in it"
    3 points
  16. "I might as well say this now, Sue Cook has pulled out"
    3 points
  17. To recap: xyrrj.mp4
    3 points
  18. TK's Ratings bonus edition:- Macadamia 10. Exotic flair, an impressive fat content and delicious subtle flavour make this king of the nuts. So much better tasting from its native habitat. Expensive, but you get what you pay for in the world of nuts. Cashew 9. A very tasty nut either plain, salted or coated. Great as a snack or added to Chinese food, as simonlfcgreen can testify. Pistachio 8. A great tasting nut but it loses a mark due to the hassle of shelling them. They don't taste the same when pre-shelled, unfortunately. Brazil 7. An excellent all round nut with a nice flavour, but it doesn't hit the heights of the macadamia/cashew/pistachio holy triumvirate. Must not be overeaten due to fibre content in the skin. Peanut 6. A decent nut but can loose its moreish appeal during the second half of a long session, leaving you wondering why oh why you ate so many of them.
    2 points
  19. I thought last night's episode was fucking stunning
    2 points
  20. Clarification on 'rushed'. When I said it, I definitely didn't mean rushed the process. I mean they could have done with many more episodes to cover the content.
    2 points
  21. Tom Heaton to replace Mignolet? He's got 1 year left on his deal. Shout out @viRdjil
    2 points
  22. Dany has always been shown to be sitting on the moral fence. It was built up long in advance that she was capable of going off the rails. Ideally it would have been a more gradual slide into utter madness but it is definitely there to see.
    2 points
  23. Oh come on! You don't need to be a professional sportsman to have an opinion on sport! You don't have to a professional chef to have an opinion on a meal!
    2 points
  24. I didn't search, they're readily available. In fact, they're not always easy to avoid on Twitter. I looked because I hardly care what happens now. I hardly care about any of the characters. Its cinematography has been awesome and I loved the final scene of the Night King etc, but the writing has gone to shit!
    2 points
  25. Kieran Tierney would be a good shout. Young, British and can cover both full back positions and loads of potential. Probably wouldn’t be happy being a squad player here though.
    2 points
  26. Off the top of my head: Bottom Banshee Better Call Saul Game of Thrones South Park Archer Monkey Billions Sherlock Holmes (the Jeremy Brett series) Ash vs Evil Dead
    2 points
  27. The most recent series of Line of Duty was a steaming pile of Sanchez.
    2 points
  28. They had their moment 25 years ago. A couple of decent riffs and the worst body of lyrics outside of Des'ree's "Life" really shouldn't make anyone take these giftless turds seriously.
    2 points
  29. Repped for Cracker. Brilliant brilliant TV, first British show I got my Mrs into. Don't remember too much about the Wonder years apart from the brilliant titles of 60s home videos filled with nostalgia. That and a little Marilyn Manson playing Fred Savage's best mate!
    2 points
  30. Police Squad The Smell of Reeves & Mortimer Shooting Stars The Sopranos True Detective (first series) I'm Alan Partridge The Sweeney Curb Your Enthusiasm Bang Bang with Reeves & Mortimer The Beat Club (German music programme)
    2 points
  31. 2 points
  32. That was a mess. Daenerys going mad. Arya just jibbing off killing Cercei. The random woman Arya is desperate to save. Jaime getting stabbed through the body with a sword and then walking it off. Jon continually screaming for his men to stop, whilst he carries on killing Lannisters. The lack of anything happening to the dragon when they had hundreds of boats and positions around the castle loaded with huge crossbows. The death of Qyburn. The Hound letting Cercei walk past him, without doing anything, during his confrontation with the Mountain. But the bit that annoyed me the most was the scenes with Varys. Varys's intelligence is legendary. He's been a genius at positioning himself perfectly in the power hierarchy throughout the whole show. Now, suddenly he decides to say "fuck it" and starts openly talking about usurping the Queen to anyone within ear shot. That made a mockery of his character. The scene on the shore with Jon being most egregious.
    2 points
  33. Wonderful stuff, I especially love the last couple of paragraphs.
    2 points
  34. One Summer Life on Mars Ashes to Ashes The Wonder Years Deadwood Danger Mouse Boys from the Blackstuff 1980s Grange Hill The Fugitive Cracker
    2 points
  35. At least Slough has poetry written about it
    2 points
  36. Makka Salah's goal at the Kop end.
    2 points
  37. A saliva bird, upon my chest.
    2 points
  38. One Day In Gaza on BBC 2 tonight. Looks interesting. Includes footage and accounts from both sides of the border on the day when the US embassy was opened in Jerusalem, when several Palestinian protesters were murdered. I wonder if we'll see any footage from the Gaza News Agency???
    2 points
  39. You just know the sort - uber scouse in the most cliched way - starting and ending every sentence with "lad".....constantly cracking shite jokes, always the loudest voice in the room, talks over everybody else with his great 'humour'....would definitely keep on with winding someone up/taking the piss even when it is obvious it has gone too far and nobody else thinks it is funny any more, but if anyone pointed it out to him he'd get the nark....has a shite unfunny nickname for everybody....points out peoples features etc for ridicule....leers at women and cracks jokes like 'you don't get many of those to the pound' and 'while yer down there love'....goes in the chinese and calls the lad behind the jump 'jackie chan'....you get the drift. Basically a boring shithouse.
    2 points
  40. Not often, I could count the times on the fingers of one hand.
    2 points
  41. The wonders of aging. Woke up a bit after 2am needing a piss. It now 03.45 here and I'm reading a thread about pissing in the night trying to get back to sleep
    2 points
  42. If you're worried about your prostrate then go the quacks and get a blood test. They can pick up the cancer markers . Most men get enlargement of the prostrate as they get older and find they are pissing more often in the night. In most cases its nothing to be alarmed about but ffs get it checked if .
    2 points
  43. They self ban themselves from Europe every year by shitting the bed.
    1 point
  44. I 'sort of' couldn't begrudge them winning the league due to the streak they put together, but the more I think aboutit the more I think about them the more I think they embody pretty much everything that's wrong with sport and politics. Fined repeatedly for breaking rules and threatened with bans, trying to manipulate and scam their way to success so they can fulfill a role as a propaganda and advertising wing of a despotic regime that wants more people to go shopping there. To paraphrase the chaps in Band of Brothers, this is 'why we fight'.
    1 point



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