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The timing was perfect. Moment of the season for me. Their transformation into Everton is complete. Singing shit songs about atmosphere, Heysel and the Sun, and not getting a peep of a reaction out of us. Horrible, snide, small-time entitled gobshites. Their manager is like a pissed fan plucked from the pub and he's a total coward. They have one of the most promising young strikers in the country in Greenwood, yet when Rashford is injured they play Pereira. They go one nil down and drop deeper. They looked like the only instruction they had was to run around lots. At no point in the last 15 minutes did they look like scoring. I'd go as far as to say that they are as bad now as we have been at any time in the last 30 years. They have no direction and no hope as long as those fucking weirdos still own them. Long may it continue. The added satisfaction of winning despite a shocking VAR call is the icing on the cake. We're gonna win the league.

I am going to the game. I'll probably go into town first, drink copious quantities of a fermented vegetable drink (and not even need the toilet); fight with some army punks; shag some hotties then casually stroll to the ground. I'll be leading the singing so don't worry about the atmosphere. Have a listen. You'll be able to hear me. I am the one with the deep masculine baritone.

I think 30 years of frustration and hurt came out on the final whistle. It was like lancing a boil, not that Ive lanced one but I can imagine what it's like. It was like a champange cork shooting out of a bottle and the fizzy jizzy stuff following it. The euphoria was emotional. I can understand people believing in the old Liverpool way, it isnt won until no one else can win it. I dont judge or begrudge anyone who wants to hold onto that way of thinking. Yes, we've been there and seen us drop the title like a hot potato before. But it's not happening this time. No one and I mean no one, is catching us. As the song says, nothin's gonna stop us now. Celebrating titles and trophies is a funny thing, it's a bit like Christmas for a kid. They wait 364 non Leap Year days for the big day to arrive and open the presents. Then, in less than 24 waking hours, it's over, gone, not to be experienced for another 364 days. In a fleeting moment, it's just another memory. So, I say to the people who want to hold on to the old ways, embrace the moment, dont let this pass you by. This is what winning a league title feels like. Of course Jurgen and the boys cannot begin to feel like that. They have to keep digging deep just like they did in this game. The filthy manc cunts didnt waste much time showing us what sewer rats they are. I couldnt quite see the banner they held up at the start of the game but their repetoire during it probably gives a clue. They gave it the 'murderers' chant just before Virgil scored and later in the 2nd half, gave it the 'We won it 3 times' shit. I wonder whether that fat cunt custis will report that in his rag of a 'paper'? Will neville out his old fans? Will sky and tyler? Dont hold your breath. So, Im as pleased as fuck we gave them a real kick in the nads deep into stoppage time when their players looked like they might just nick an undeserved equaliser. Haha, have that you sewer feeding rats! In my mind, this is the biggest club game in Europe and the world. The two biggest clubs in English football, one, now a fast fading former giant, clinging to it's past glories but still a behemoth. The other, a club who had gone through the motions itself but is now picking itself up off the floor, standing tall and looking on a bright, golden future. We might not dominate like we did in the 70s and 80s but you know there's a new dynasty rising in L4 right now. Liverpool started brightly and from an early corner, van Dijk jumped like a salmon to power the ball home for 1-0. It looked like we were going to rip united a new one. Another ball into the box, an aerial challenge which de gea seemed to fumble, united unable to clear until Bobby got on the end of it and smash it into the net for 2-0. Until VAR stepped in. After a minute or two the decision was no goal. Why? No one in the stadium had a clue. Again. At half time people said neville said there was no foul and the goal should have stood. LiVARpool, eh? In the same half, we had another break and, although the lino quickly put his flag up, I didnt see anyone offside and the resultant goal chalked off. Now I didnt see too many united players claiming offside, I might be wrong but I dont recall any so half time we only had the one goal to show for it. At the start of the 2nd half, they couldnt live with us. Sadio, Mo and Bobby all seemed to have shots that rolled agonisingly the wrong side of the post. Note to Anfield ground staff, comb the grass towards the goal, please! Even hendo got in on the act with a pile driver that de gea tipped onto the post. We wanted a 2nd goal to kill them off and open the floodgates but it just wouldnt come. In the last 15 minutes, a combination of shit or bust by united and tiring legs in the Liverpool team saw us under more pressure than we'd like. One or two people were getting a little edgey but there was no wide spread dissent. And then I dont really know what happen even though it started right in front of me. A united attack broke down and the ball was with Alisson. van Dijk implored him to calm down and just hold the ball to run down a few more seconds. But Ali was having none of it. A quick throw out saw Mo scampering after the ball with a one on one, de gea came out to narrow the angle and Mo slipped it between his legs and into the Kop goal. Game over. Final whistle. Then the boil was lanced. Almost in unison and at once, it echoed around the ground. It didnt grow from a restrained chant with others joining in. It was full on, right there, right then. It was the moment everyone in the ground accepted and acknowledged the reality of it all. 'And now you're gonna believe us! And now you're gonna believe us, we're gonna win the league!' and yes, you know what, we are. Star man for me was Joe Gomez, the boy is as impervious as van Dijk and didnt put a foot wrong. Anyone connected with united saying they were in the game right up to the last minute is deluding themselves. I heard the gimp say it didnt look like there was 30 points between the sides. Maybe his rubber gimp suit obscured his view. Two very close decisions in their favour and a number of shots rolling agonisingly the wrong side ofthe post was all that kept them in the game. I hope they give the gimp a 5 year extension on his contract and £200m+ to waste, sorry spend on players. This was the day charlie championship found out where he'll be living for the next 12 months. At Anfield for the 19th time.

Gini MotM for me, he was outstanding.

If that’s Baywatch, Ole Glazer Solskjaer is Alex Ferguson.

If we win today and then can't take a 16 point lead and a game in hand to win the league then I don't think anyone could dispute we've blown the title. Losing by a point to the most expensive squad the world has ever seen while only having one defeat in an entire season doesn't even remotely come close to throwing a title away or bottling it. I don't know why anyone is surprised, the average football journalist in the UK hasn't got a fucking clue. One who works for the shittest newspaper in the country is going to be even more useless than the rest as otherwise they'd probably work for a real newspaper. Not a glorified comic book written for people who can barely string a sentence together.

Ferguson: Henderson will never be a top player. His gait will cause him problems. Hendo: Hold my European Cup.

Game performance from Man Utd today. Although we could have been three or four up, we failed to take the chances and they pushed for the equaliser, which I think you have to put down to Solskjaer who is clearly building something there and should stay in charge, regardless of where they finish this season.

I don't care what anyone says, we haven't won the league yet! Yes I was pleased to hear "and now you're gonna believe it" at the end because we do believe it, but it's not won yet. 10 wins and it's our and yes I am enjoying every minute of the season, even if there are times when it's a bit stressful. Once it's ours I'll probably cry like a baby, it's been far too long, I can't wait.

I can’t believe what I’m hearing when he’s interviewed, his arrogance is astonishing considering he’s done fuck all as a manager, and where his team is. I read something this morning where he said Klopp finished seventh in his first season. We actually finished eighth but he didn’t take over the team until mid-October with two months gone and the team struggling, he also got us to two finals. In his first full season Klopp finished fourth with 76 points, and there’s no fucking chance of the Mancs getting that points total in the goblin’s first full season.

He's a snidey little goblin rat cunt. Hope he stays there another 10 years

Here he is. I'd never tire of punching his wobbly head in

In short, and though it’s no doubt been posted half a dozen times already but I haven’t read the thread fully, in the absence of Kevin D:

Watching a devout Christian run a 100 yards to embrace a devout Muslim was absolutely amazing. Been trying to figure out my favourite player from this team. It’s difficult because they’re all tremendous. But Ali has just got it for me. what a gang of lads.

Chariots of Fire would have been a much better film if it was Erika Eleniak going over the hurdles in slow motion.

Salah’s goal with Peter Drury’s 5 Live commentary. Fuck you, Tyler. Actually, was US commentary. Could have sworn that was the clip they played on 5 Live news earlier.

I like him. I can't see what the problem is with him. He ticks every box in what I like to see in a man united manager.

Alisson releasing some pent up energy.

Every interview he gives he always makes some snide passive aggressive comment to the interviewer. I bet he speaks to people like shit in real life also, just comes across as a total fucking prick yet his talent is far less than his ego.

God, it felt good to sing "We're gonna win the League"! So far, we've restricted ourselves to skirting the issue (singing about "top of the league" and "Champions of the World") as if we're scared of jinxing it; but this weekend surely shows that the Unbearables are unstoppable. Now I'm gonna believe us.

That win means we’ve beaten every other team in the PL this season.

Look into my eyes Look into my eyes Dont look around the eyes Look into the eyes And you’re under You are a big, strong, scary tiger - afraid of nothing! Three....two....one....and you’re back in the room!

Evra about to say Souness racially abused him here.

Fucking state of United fans singing "where's your famous atmosphere" in the 20 second lull every 15 minutes.

Shut up Tyler!

Burnley 2-1. Hope Leicester don't implode, as having them in the Top 4 is a better option than the Mancs or Spurs.

He was a boring, obnoxious, up his own arse, 100% carrot cunt.

The quickest way for a League to go from strongest in the world to shite is for us to win it.

He's the type of bloke to have a sausage roll in his pocket at all times.

That would have been better delivered as "Trust me, I'm a Docker." You're welcome.

For a team that know we are too far ahead, City celebrated that second Aguero goal today like it was a turning point in the title race, and then reacted with the kind of despair you’d expect of title contenders when Palace equalised.

This is a lovely story, raised about £20k today.

https://www.skysports.com/football/story-telling/11669/11909299/klopps-10-steps-to-greatness Another very good piece.

This is absolutely superb. I grew up jealous of the old farts being around when Shakily was in charge of us. We have our own now. I love this man with every fibre of my being. https://www.theplayerstribune.com/global/articles/jurgen-klopp-liverpool-fc?utm_medium=fw&utm_source=thekophq Maybe I Am Dreaming PHOTO BY ANDREW POWELL/LIVERPOOL FC/GETTY IMAGES Jürgen Klopp LIVERPOOL F.C. 24 SEP 2019 阅读中文版本，请点击这里 Pour lire en Français, cliquez ici. I have to start with a slightly embarrassing story. Because sometimes I am afraid that the outside world looks at footballers and managers like we’re Gods or something. As a Christian, I believe in only one God, and I can assure you that God has nothing to do with football. The truth is that we all fail, constantly. And when I was a young manager I failed a lot. This is one of those stories. We have to go back to 2011. My Borussia Dortmund team were playing Bayern Munich. It was a huge match in the league. We hadn’t won in Munich in something like 20 years. I take a lot of inspiration from movies, so whenever I needed to motivate the boys I would always think of Rocky Balboa. In my opinion, they should show Rocky 1, 2, 3 and 4 in public schools all across the world. It should be like learning the alphabet. If you watch these movies and you don’t want to climb to the top of a mountain, then I think something is wrong with you. So the night before we played Bayern, I gathered all my players at the hotel for our team talk. The boys were all sitting down. All the lights were off. I told them the truth of the situation: “The last time Dortmund won in Munich, most of you were still in your Pampers.” In my opinion, they should show Rocky 1, 2, 3 and 4 in public schools all across the world. Then I started playing some scenes from Rocky IV on the video screen. The one with Ivan Drago. A classic, in my opinion. Drago is running on the treadmill, and he’s hooked up to the big computer monitors and the scientists are studying him. Remember that? I told the boys, “You see? Bayern Munich is Ivan Drago. The best of everything! The best technology! The best machines! He’s unstoppable!” Then you see Rocky training in Siberia in his little log cabin. He’s chopping down pine trees and carrying logs through the snow and running up to the top of the mountain. And I told the boys, “You see? That’s us. We are Rocky. We are smaller, yes. But we have the passion! We have the heart of a champion! We can do the impossible!!!!!” I was going on and on, and then at some point, I look out to all my boys to see their reaction. I was expecting them to be standing up on their chairs, ready to go run up a mountain in Siberia, going absolutely crazy. Oliver Hardt/AFP/Getty Images But everyone is just sitting there, staring at me with dead eyes. Completely blank. Crickets, as you say. They’re looking at me like, What in the world is this crazy man talking about? So then I realised, Wait, when did Rocky IV come out, 1980-something? When were these boys born? Finally, I said, “Wait a minute, boys. Please raise your hand if you know who is Rocky Balboa?” Only two hands went up. Sebastian Kehl and Patrick Owomoyela. Everyone else, “Nope, sorry, boss.” My entire speech — nonsense! This is the most important match of the season. Maybe the most important match of some of the players’ lives. And the manager has been screaming about Soviet technology and Siberia for the last 10 minutes! Hahahaha! Can you believe this? I had to start my whole speech over from scratch. You see, this is the real story. This is what actually happens in life. We are human beings. Sometimes, we embarrass ourselves. That’s how it is. We think we’re giving the greatest speech in the history of football, and we’re actually talking complete nonsense. But we get up the next morning and we go again. Do you know what is the strangest part of that story? I honestly cannot be sure if we won or lost the match. I am pretty sure that I gave this speech in 2011 before we won 3–1, and that certainly makes for a much better story! But I can’t be 100% sure. This is one thing about football that people don’t always understand. The results, you forget. You get them all mixed up. But those boys, and that time in my life, and those little stories … I will never forget them. I am honored to have won the FIFA award for best men’s coach last night, but I really don’t like to stand on a stage with a trophy all by myself. Everything I have accomplished in this game is only possible because of everyone around me. Not just my players, but my family and my sons and everyone who has been with me since the beginning, when I was a very, very average person. Honestly, when I was 20 years old, if someone came from the future to tell me everything that was going to happen in my life, I would not have believed it. If Michael J. Fox himself had come flying in on his hoverboard to tell me what would happen, I would have said it was impossible. When I was 20, I experienced the moment that completely changed my life. I was still a kid myself, but I had also just become a father. It was not perfect timing, let’s be honest. I was playing amateur football and going to university during the day. To pay for school, I was working in a warehouse where they stored movies for the cinema. And for the young people out there, we are not talking about DVDs. This was the late ’80s, when everything was still on film. The trucks would come at 6 a.m. to pick up the new movies, and we would load and unload those huge metal canisters. They were quite heavy, honestly. You would be praying that they weren’t showing something with four reels, like Ben-Hur or something. That was going to be a bad day for you. I would sleep for five hours every night, go to the warehouse in the morning, and then go to class during the day. At night I would go to training, and then I’d come home and try to spend some time with my son. It was a very difficult time. But it taught me about real life. I had to become a very serious person at a young age. All my friends would be calling me to go to the pub at night, and every bone in my body wanted to say, “Yes! Yes! I want to go!” But, of course, I couldn’t go, because I was not living just for myself anymore. Babies don’t care that you are tired and want to sleep until noon. When you are worried about the future of another little person who you brought into the world, this is real worry. This is real difficulty. Whatever happens on a football pitch is nothing compared to this. Sometimes people ask me why I am always smiling. Even after we lose a match, sometimes I’m still smiling. It’s because when my son was born, I realised that football is not life or death. We’re not saving lives. Football is not something that should spread misery and hatred. Football should be about inspiration and joy, especially for children. I have seen what a little round ball can do for the lives of so many of my players. The personal journeys of players like Mo Salah, Sadio Mané, Roberto Firmino, and so many of my boys are absolutely incredible. The difficulties I faced as a young man in Germany were nothing compared to what they had to overcome. There were so many moments when they could’ve easily given up, but they refused to quit. They’re not gods. They just simply never gave up on their dream. Visionhaus/Getty Images I think 98% of football is about dealing with failure and still being able to smile and find joy in the game the next day. I’ve been learning from my mistakes since the very beginning. I’ll never forget the first one. I had taken over the job in 2001 at Mainz, where I had been a player for 10 years. The problem was that all the boys were still my friends. Overnight, I was their boss. They were still calling me “Kloppo.” When I had to announce the squad for the first match, I thought it was only right that I go and tell each player to his face. Well, this was a very bad plan, because we had twin hotel rooms. So you can imagine it. I get to the first room, and I sit the two players down on the bed, and I turn to one and say, “You are starting tomorrow.” I turn to the other and say, “Unfortunately, you are not starting tomorrow.” I realised how dumb my plan was when the second player looked me in the eyes and asked, “But … Kloppo … why?” Most of the time, there is no answer. The only real answer is, “We can only start 11 players.” Unfortunately, I had to do this eight more times — 18 players in nine twin rooms. Two guys sitting on the bed. “You’re starting, you’re not.” Every time, “But … Kloppo … why?” Hahahah! It was excruciating! This was the first of many, many, times that I stepped in the s*** as a manager. What can you do? You just grab a tissue and clean it off and try to learn from it. If you still don’t believe me, think about this: Even my greatest triumph as a manager was born from a disaster. Even my greatest triumph as a manager was born from a disaster. Losing 3–0 at Barcelona in the Champions League last season was the worst result imaginable. When we were preparing for the second leg, my team talk was very straightforward. There was no Rocky this time. Mostly, I talked about tactics. But I also told them the truth. I said, “We have to play without two of the best strikers in the world. The world outside is saying it is not possible. And let’s be honest, it’s probably impossible. But because it’s you? Because it’s you, we have a chance.” I really believed that. It wasn’t about their technical ability as footballers. It was about who they were as human beings, and everything they had overcome in life. The only thing that I added was, “If we fail, then let’s fail in the most beautiful way.” Of course, it is easy for me to say those words. I am just the guy yelling from the touchline. It is much harder for the players to actually do it. But because of those boys, and because of the 54,000 people at Anfield, we did the impossible. The beautiful thing about football is that you can’t do anything alone. Anything, believe me. Unfortunately, the most incredible moment in the history of the Champions League … I didn’t actually see it. Maybe this is a good metaphor for the life of a football manager, I don’t know. But I completely missed Trent Alexander-Arnold’s moment of pure genius. I saw the ball go out for a corner. I saw Trent walking over to take it. I saw Shaqiri following him. But then I turned my back because we were preparing to make a substitution. I was talking to my assistant, and … you know, I have goose bumps every time I think about it … I just heard the noise. I turned to the pitch and I saw the ball flying into the goal. I turned back to our bench and looked at Ben Woodburn, and he said, “What just happened?!” And I said, “I have no idea!” Anfield was going — boof — absolutely crazy. I could barely hear my assistant, and he was yelling, “So … do we still make the substitute?” Hahahaha! I will never forget him saying that! That will always be with me. Can you imagine? Eighteen years as a manager, millions of hours watching this game, and I missed the cheekiest thing that has ever happened on a football pitch. Since that night, I have probably watched the video of Divock’s goal 500,000 times. But in person, I only saw the ball hit the net. When I got to my little boot room after the match, I didn’t even have a sip of beer. I didn’t need it. I sat there with a bottle of water in silence, just smiling. It was a feeling that I cannot describe in words. When I got back home, my family and friends were all staying over at our house, and everyone was in a big party mood. But I was so emotionally exhausted that I went up to bed by myself. My body and mind were completely empty. I had the best sleep of my life. The best moment was waking up the next morning and realizing, “It’s still true. It really happened.” For me, football is the only thing more inspiring than the cinema. You wake up in the morning, and the magic was all real. You actually knocked down Drago. It really happened. I have been thinking about this since June, when we took the Champions League trophy around the streets of Liverpool. I have no words that can describe the emotions of that day. We were riding in the bus, and every time we thought the parade had to be over — that there could not possibly be any more people in the city of Liverpool — we would turn a corner and the parade would go on. Absolutely unreal. If you could’ve put all the emotions, all the excitement, all the love in the air that day and bottled it up, the world would be a better place. BEN STANSALL/AFP/Getty Images I have not been able to get the emotion of that day out of my head. Football has given me everything in my life. But I really want to do more to give back to the world. Easy for me to say, O.K. sure. But how do you actually make a difference? Over the past year, I’ve been really inspired by seeing Juan Mata, Mats Hummels, Megan Rapinoe, and so many other footballers join the Common Goal movement. If you don’t know about the work they’re doing, it’s incredible. More than 120 players have pledged 1% of their earnings to empower football NGOs around the world. They’ve already helped support youth football programs in South Africa, Zimbabwe, Cambodia, India, Colombia, the U.K., Germany and many other countries. This isn’t just something for the richest footballers in the world. An entire starting 11 from the Canadian women’s national team has joined the cause. Footballers have joined from Japan, Australia, Scotland, Kenya, Portugal, England, Ghana…. How can you not feel inspired by this? This is what football is all about. I just want to be a part of this. So I’m pledging 1% of my yearly salary to Common Goal, and I hope that many, many more people in the football world will join me. Let’s be honest, guys. We are extremely fortunate. It is our responsibility as privileged people to give something back to children all over the world who just need a chance in life. We should not forget what it was like when we had real problems. This bubble we live in is not the real world. I am sorry, but anything that happens on a football pitch is not a real problem. There should be a bigger purpose to this game than revenue and trophies, no? Just think what we could accomplish if we all came together and gave 1% of what we earn to make a positive difference in the world. Maybe I am naive. Maybe I am a crazy old dreamer. But who is this game for? We all know damn well that this game is for dreamers.

Fuck it i'm going to watch Flash Gordon.

Fucking hell that was emotional. I had tears in my eyes after Mo’s winner. Bloody hell. i actually was enjoying this more than I expected til about the hour mark, from when it became horrible to watch and I was practically hiding behind my pint. these lads are not only a fabulous bunch of footballers, but so strong mentally, incredible.

Lallana is more of an hindrance than an help.

Just watching this Sunday Supplement thing and that vile cunt Custis is on from the rag Christ he's one fucking twat , wouldn't wish death on anyone obviously but that cunt looks tailor made for a major coronary