I don't understand the "I don't want to get my hopes up" mentality, or the "lets just concentrate on securing 4th". To hell with pragmatism I say. We should be going balls to the wall to win the bastard thing now. Fuck looking over our shoulders at Spurs either. This is probably our best opportunity to land a league title in ages. We've got no Europe to distract us, and our strikers score goals for fun. We're the loose cannon in the pack. 4 points off top spot with 10 games to go? With Suarez and Sturridge tearing defenses new arse holes every week? Why wouldn't you want to get your hopes up? There's every reason to get them up
I mean, if a fit bird that you've been crazy about for ages finally starts flirting with you, you don't stand there like a simp thinking "oh, I'll just play it safe and try to get her number. I don't want to get my hopes up about boning her just yet". No. Hell no. You go for the jugular as soon as the opportunity arises. You never run the risk of letting someone ballsier than you swoop in on your prize
The league title is wet for Liverpool Football Club. It wants us. It doesn't want Mourinho's or Pellegrini's grimey hands on it. It wants Brendan and his pearly white teeth to glisten in its reflection while he mouth humps it in front of the Kop. Its calling to us. Its emitting its mating scent. The aroma is wafting over every blade of grass inside Anfield. Which leaves us two choices. We can either be the gutless swines who let shit coat take her to London. Or we go balls to the wall to take that bitch by force and bring it home. The thought of winning that title gives me boners harder than a wooden bar stool. I hope it does the same to our players
Liverpool FC: 2014 Premier League Champions. Spread your nostrils everybody. Can you smell it? I sure as fuck can