We need a shot in the arm.
We've had a bit of a lull over the Christmas/January period due to our high octane start and both supporters and players look a bit drained and hunkered down, jaded perhaps. Christmas does that to you. The lack of recovery time between drinking sessions/matches, the training or mince pies; the weight of expectation to deliver three points and a roast for the entire family, gifts for all aswell. The similarities can be drawn as we drag ourselves through January, still having to work hard, but struggling to be productive, buoyant or have much fun. We need an injection of energy, that's payday if you're like me (tomorrow, it's all good). We've all been flagging, under performing and lacking that spring in our step as supporters and people, as have the players. Klopp himself has looked a little fatigued, but he's done extremely well to hold us up and keep our heads above water in this race. We're still with the pack, we are still in all cups.
But now he's given our rallying cry, and tomorrow is the perfect opportunity for that bouncebackability to bounce back. Seriously, a fixture under the Anfield lights, a semi final no less, with a 1-0 deficit to fight against the odds then go toe to with United in the mostly likely of hoods. You know as well as I do if we don't get there to beast the mancs, no matter how much we solemly cheer for Soton, it will be in vein and those pricks will win it. Fuck that. We are gunna have to beat Southampton so we can turn up at Wembley to make Mourinho cry in front of all those United fans and the media, blaming referees for giving nothing against Felliani and throwing all his players under the very buses he parked in front of De Gea (as we will be back in full flow come the end of Feb).
I wanna get there and I wanna beat them and beat him, and for Klopp to win his first final. If he gets there and doesn't win it then mathematicians and physicists world over are going to have to reconsider the very fundamentals of their fields in laws of averages. We get there, we win this I believe.
We need to do our part, Anfield needs to explode with noise the way it often has in circumstances like these. Get right behind the players. Like Klopp asks, I'll be sitting at home on my tablet singing our anthems, supporting and encouraging our players and driving them on to be the very best they can and I don't care that they can't hear me. Encourage them, sing of our glorious past and give them confidence to try everything they can. If Hendo passes sideways, clap, if Coutinho squares up his man, dare him to skin him; when Lallana losses possession, cheers his effort, tell him next time, just do every single thing you can think of to help these players. We're gunna score a 121st minute winner here, prepare yourself to be behind those men, for that long and longer if required. Get louder with every minute that ticks.
Those of you lucky enough to be going tomorrow, get ya selves home sharpish from work, have a glass whilst you change, get to your chosen boozer lively and a few pints down ya. Get into Anfield ready to bellow your lungs out and get behind these boys. They fucking need you.
We are all Liverpool.
