It ain't over till the fat lady sings? Well, after this morning's turgid 1-1 home draw v the mighty fooking Wigan, she not only sang, but burped, farted & picked her teeth as well. After the busy festive fixtures where our "big squad" was supposed to come in handy, we're not only are 12 points adrift of the leaders but outside the top four as well.
Yes, I admit I am a hugely pessimistic fooker when it comes to me beloved Reds. This is due to two incidents which has scarred me fer life - Micheal Thomas & Lawrie Fooking Sanchez. Those two shocking winners (which denied us a double on both occasions) not only conditioned me to expect the worse but to look fer cracks in everything. To say I take nothing fer granted is putting it mildly! And I hate it when me dire fooking predictions are rite. It pains me no end!
Just like I was opposed to the Yank's takeover, I was shouted down as a short-sighted traditionalist. Now that our new stadium plans are in jeopardy & with a rift between them & Rafa growing, most fans are having second thoughts as well.
Yes, I can fully understand supporters wanting to be optimistic & dream a little. After all, our song says to "walk with hope in yer hearts". But I just want to underline the fact that I am not going to blindly cheer me team when its all fooked up. Many again had dismissed me suggestions at the start of this campaign that we were gonna be scrapping fer fourth despite the arrival of Torres & others. I just felt we were short of quality in too many positions; in particular out wide. Plus Rafa's mind-boggling tactics & team selections were also contributing factors (see v Reading, v Birmingham etc).
Come on people, every fooking season there's talk of a title challenge. Yet again after X'mas, we are a gazillion points of the pace & struggling fer champion's league qualification. You know how we laugh at the continued misfortune that engulfs Newcastle at every turn; among the so-called Big Four, we are turning into a similar caricature of a Football Club. Cruel joke & a fooking farce, mate.
How is this is even remotely acceptable? As usual, I look forward to hearing from all serious footie lovers on the current gloom surrounding Anfield. Wankers with nothing but cheap shots to fling, please fook off . . .
ps: The tattoo on me arm is indication of how intrinsically my life is linked to LFC. But again, it does not render me a blind follower . . .
pps: 18 years is a fooking long time fer a league title. We are in danger of emulating the Scum who took fooking 25!!!