This season has been a fantastic one for me as a Liverpool supporter. I couldnít have enjoyed everything about it any more. Everything from beating United 4-1, or drawing with stoke City 0-0, to 4 all thrillers with Chelsea and Arsenal respectively. Itís been absolutely fantastic and Iíve loved every single minute of the ups and downs on the pitch.
Whatís really stirred me though, what has made me so buoyant about my club, world football and particularly about our future, is the signs this season holds in clear view, in flashing red and white lights for everybody involved in top flight football and indeed for the world to see. What has particularly has fascinated me, has been Mr Fergusonís reaction.
Before I go on however, Iím still looking no further than the remainder of this season. Thereís still so much to play for. Itís unlikely that we will win the title, and yes we know how we love nothing more than to achieve the impossible, but I didnít expect us to come even this far at the beginning of September. Itís another reason about my joy with this season Ė I knew it was possible we could do this well, but because I didnít expect it to be the case makes it much the sweeter. The same way I donít expect us to win the title, but thatís certainly not to say we arenít capable of it, I know we are.
And thatís the reason I refuse to lose belief. We may well come off second best but by fuck do I want to go down without a fight to the death. We are not going to win fuck all unless we fucking want it. We need to absolutely steam roll anyone who stands in our way until it is mathematically impossible for us to clinch it. Put the pressure on the neighbours down the road. Thatís the only way they will buckle, if we force them too. Giving up the title now would be like handing it them on a plate. FuckÖ.that.
It really will blow one last warning into Unitedís face for next season, finishing strong this time round. It sends a message loud and clear that we are capable of fighting until the bitter, bitter end, and thatís what they will be up against next season. Not only will Rafa, the players, staff and fans be ferociously snarling and seething at the mouth come September, but United and Fergie will be fully aware that we are psychologically tough and determined enough to throw a full assault at the title next season. Not only that, but Rafa has the summer time to analyse and tinker with this already extremely strong squad; just a few minor adjustments to really let the shackles off.
Mr Ferguson is all too aware of this threat, and this season his ears have pricked and heís started barking. He and Rafa have never been, how do you sayÖ? As thick as thieves - you could almost taste a strong disliking to one another. Rafa came here as we became his project. The man refuses to be second best. His mentality is to win. The best manager in the world, managing the best team in the world, that he has created and sculpted, and are the dominate force in all European football. Thatís his goal over the next 5 years. Doubtlessly.
And how Mr Fergoson disapproves. The media coverage this season between the two has riled me, humoured me, and caused endless debates between me and my mates. As much as it has caused mixed emotions and discussions, itís intrigued me. Itís fantastic to see Fergie so wound up. Heís rattled alright, big time.
He knows full well that the pressure is on this season. If we carry on the way we have been with the run in weíve got, he knows we will not stop rampaging through games until the race is done and dusted. Heís spoken out a lot this season, in his usual manner, lacking in discretion, and a full on approach. Thatís how he works when his back is up, and itís held him in good stead for a number of years. Rafa however, is subtle and mischievous in his handling of the media, making his point clear but giving nothing away. Never would you see the man sinking to the desperate lows of calling up his mate and saying ďlook how Mr Ferguson has disgraced youĒ. Rafa isnít here to make friends in the right places and manipulate people, heís here to fight one on one with whoever stands in his way of dominance.
It is clear Mr Ferguson isnít just scared of throwing this season away. Heís scared of being knocked off his perch in the long term. The wrath he will face next season as we pounce towards his jugular while heís still barking away has him massively concerned. Thatís why he is barking just so loudly while we stare and snarl with intent. Itís one last desperate attempt to scare off Benitez. One last throw of the dice before the fight threatens his superiority.
Well Iím sorry Mr Ferguson, although Iím not all that apologetic about it. But we are obsessed with that title. We might not win this battle, but the war is just beginning. Youíd have to agree though, Mr Ferguson, that surely the war canít go on all that long? You are an aging dog Iím afraid, Sir. You have to ask yourself the question Mr Ferguson, have you got enough fight in you to compete for the long haul? To finally put Unitedís name above Liverpoolís? And even if you do somehow manage that Mr Ferguson, how long will it last, given your age? One season? Itís hardly putting Manchester United in a league of their own, in the grand sceme, Mr Ferguson. If I might be so bold.
Even if we donít win fuck all this season ladies and gentleman. We will not fall to pieces. Rafa is bringing back the glory days. And I do apologise Mr Ferguson, but there is fuck all you can do about it.