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Point of order. Omar didn't deal drugs, Omar robbed drug dealers. I was thinking about the start to the 2019/20 season when Chris mentioned it. Every game was, to slip back in the world of The Wire, like the purest heroin that the dealers use to get the junkies hooked. We'll never see the likes of it again, and I'm okay with that.

Fixed that for you.

Kopites are gobshites. Discuss.

That would be an ecuntenical matter.

I presume he did it the evening before for fear he'd cross over with the binmen and they'd cart away his head instead of the bin.

I said recently that I was ready to move on from the VAR debacle against Spurs. Well, I'm not. It's still bubbling under, and occasionally erupts in a frenzy of Googling the name of one of the many cunts who were involved. The thing is, I was so happy with the way things were in the early part of the season. I remember being a goal down to Bournemouth and thinking "ah well, there's always the next game". I'm one of the elect, bitches! Then this shit goes down and I'm feeling antsy about everything football related. I know it's a first world problem - guess where it currently ranks in Luis Diaz's concerns - but I can't help remaining infuriated by the whole affair.

On the basis that the length of the match thread is inversely proportional to how well the Reds are playing, I'm guessing Liverpool won this game 300-0.

I know I care about the derby, and the way the ground was rocking during the game last February suggests I'm not alone. We'd need a bigger sample size before declaring Saturday's pancake to be typical - although I hope we don't get that sample size

The British media are to blame for everything. I mean that quite literally. The one thing they did right in their entire existence - disseminating the truth of what happened outside the Stade de France against Madrid - was because so many of them were caught up in it! I hate them as much as you hate that cunt Richarlison (I almost said 'more' but I have my limits).

Some entertaining stuff in there, but Magnier and McManus were always going to sell as neither had a sentimental attachment to Man Utd and Ferguson was always going to retire eventually, so I don't see things being very different for them outside of being bought by an oil state who have only been interested in distressed assets up to now.

Coming to bail out his boyhood club, la. Taxi driver said as much to me last night

If you need proof of the effect of a 1230 kickoff, look no further than their fans. They were useless. The only peep from them was a rendition of Spirit of The Blues, which was actually pretty funny. My wife down the Kop end of the Main Stand was wondering what that was all about. WOO-OO! And it's not as if the Kop was much better, Last season we got the full songbook. You Haven't Won A Trophy, Little Arms, and Divock Orig! (briefly) was as good as it got, although being 2-0 up early in the second half helped then, One thing I would add to what you talked about was to ask how Pawson and his team missed the handball. From where I was right down by the Anfield Road endline I could see the ball hitting Keane's arm and the daylight between the arm and his torso. The officials would have had a better view of it than those watching it on telly. They were yards away and had it in 3D, for Christ's sake! Perhaps he wanted to wait until VAR checked it rather than give a penalty then have VAR overturn it, but then you get into the whole aggravating clear-and-obvious territory. The same with the Old/Konate red card debates. I think Babb'sBurstNad has it right here, that Old was already skating on thin ice when he kicked the ball away which was absolutely a yellow card offence as he did it to prevent Liverpool taking a quick throw-in which would have left him exposed. In that spirit, Konate was also skating on thin ice after the foul while on a yellow and another foul would have seen him sent off. The frustrating thing is that none of this will be discussed because PGMOL want to persist with the idea that every decision is made on its merits and won't budge from that because they're cunts, But I don't want to pick on the scab of that three-week-old wound any more. Let's just hope that was their Last Trip to Anfield and the wall pushers can do their thing for Rotherham in their shiny new stadium (© Brownie).

Non-negotiable.

Still not as bad as what Dave wanted at 5-0.

The brainstorming session that came up with this would make David Brent blush: "let's make space for those missing out by giving people two days to give up their Everton ticket. In return they get their money back and a £10 voucher that wouldn't buy you a pen in the club shop. If we don't get 4,000 takers, well, at least we tried."

The quality of touting these days is sorely lacking:

Gary Neville saw Sheriff Bart taking himself hostage in Blazing Saddles and thought it was part of a documentary:

Should I read this in the voice of Don Corleone?

The worst part of this whole affair has been made aware of the existence of that maggot.

Howard Webb tonight:

I've spent way too much time doomscrolling about this. They'll introduce protocols to prevent anything like this happening then cry "human error!" when it happens again and introduce protocols...plus ça change. There's another one for Dave, Chris.

Get Dave to pronounce that on the next podcast.

So good I posted it again.