i was awake at 6:30am... what the fuck!? turned the tv on and watched some F1, and then i had to find the LFC shirt.
now here's something about my shirt- may seem stupid to some, common sense to others. when i wear the shirt and we play a shit game- it has to be washed straight away- similarly if we play well it doesn't get washed for the next match. you see, i believe the good play will somehow get passed on if we play well, or bad play washed off. anyways, on wednesday we hardly played well. but i didn't wash it. so, i wore it when playing football on friday- thinking that if I played well myself so would LFC on sunday. shoulda seen me guys
- goals here and there, being forced to run towards my own goal, then suddenly turning and running towards the other goal and a sweet right foot later... or maybe a latching onto a perfect lofted ball with my left foot (i'm both footed)- to see a volley into the goal...
so thats the story of how sad i am, maybe, maybe not- but we'll win today- with gerrard lofting a pass into riise's path and the ginger head smashing into the net, and also when milan gets to happy on the ball, and is forced to turn his back on goal- getting into our half with that big twat kilbane on him, then suddenly milan turns him and runs- finding the far corner of the goal with his right footed shot...
COME ON LFC!