He's gone. Get over it. Get with the program, man. Sentiment has no place at the new LFC. The Boot Room... that's a place where you get puddings with sparklers in them, while you look at your new LeBron trainess from the shop, with the new LiverBird on them. Fuck's sake old guy.... This is Anfield, the gaff where cups count for nothing and fourth is the new bread and butter.
I thought it was the end of the world when I saw that fucking big horrible yellow M go up at the ground. Little did I know, it was just the start...
Welcome to the all new media friendly, Anfield, (coming to Warrington or a place near you soon) with the smart money-ball, baseball-nomics, the all the new plassie-flag-waving, dancing and singing, but they don't know the words to the songs, Kopites... "Take me out to the ball game, take me out to the... FSG! FSG! FSG!"
Where do I get the FSG/Standard Chartered#1 big foam rubber hand?
As for this Dalglish dude, wasn't he some ancient racist guy that got fired on "Help I'm A Kopite.... Get me out of here!"