Bus fella, mate...
Me bird bought me a pink polo shirt the other week. I lashed it. Don't ask, I ended up wearing it yesterday. I was stood in the alehouse, looking and feeling like one of me Ma's Sunday blamanges. I saw what Martin was going to do. I shouted, OUT KNOBHEAD, OUT! I didn't even roar it. It was one of them things that just come flying out your mouth, at the match or watching telly. I was looking at the telly in horror, but me eyes were dragged away, the way they are when someone is staring at you. There was two posh kids, sat right in front of the telly, best seats in the house, not even a drink in front of them, brand new warrior shirts on. The look of disgust written on their faces... All I can say is, I'm getting old now. I just thought, well there's yer New Liverpool fan. Good job it wasn't 30 years ago, but still an all, I'm getting so bloody tired of all this Rodger's Revolution malarkey.
I expected us to beat City. I expect us to beat every team we play. I have been like that since Shankly taught me to do that. When we've been crap, I've never demanded anything from us. And I never got suicidal or homicidal when we got beat, but I never stopped expecting us to win every game we played. I think that's how it should be. Except for the odd knobhead, who used to go home, bite the dog, kick the missus and sulk for a week, I think that's how most of us used to be. And I'm finding it hard to fit into the New Liverpool way of doing things.
I've actually got the yearning to start going the match again, for the first time since we sacked Rafa. There's been an actual physical change. I couldn't just ignore us after that shameful period, but it didn't feel the same. Funny thing is, because of streaming, Sky and Cameron's austerity (as in not working at match times), I watched every single game live. But this season, I've started getting the buzz and the butterflies again. It's not something that happens in your head. It's like an inbred gut thing. I thought it wasn't going to happen again. I'm made up that it's bit me again. It's a strange thing... grown men, our age, not daft, bit shrewd, shouting at footballers, even on the telly OUT KNOBHEAD, OUT! and trying to kick the ball into touch for him, wanting to punch he's face in, then give him a little cuddle and tell him it's alright, he's been brilliant and we love him.
I honestly don't know what the fuck it is about LFC or why they make me feel like that, but I wish New Liverpool and it's fans would stop alienating me. Rodger's revolution... nah. He's blessed to be walking on the shoulders of, and in the footsteps of, Bill, Bob, Joe, Kenny, Ged, Rafa and Roy (Evans, of course) and even that prick, Souness. I wish I was one of them computer whizzes now, I'd stick loads of youtube clips in here of us, playing football from a different planet since the 60's. And I'm even starting to believe New Liverpool fans might just get the chance to see a bit of that again. Because I feel Brendan might just get the New Liverpool playing like plain old Liverpool once again. Happy days.