It's crazy as you need to assess each game individually to appreciate how unpredictable the last game of the season truly is. It's like waking up from a crazy party where lots of shit went down and you try to comprehend it whilst focusing on your mates (Liverpool) but start to hear stories of what went on. So your enemies (Man Utd) drew 5-5 in a game with the Steve Clarke's WBA, Lukaku scored a hatrick. Then we have the low lifes of the party, nobody seems to care about the QPRs, Readings and Wigans as there all going home with no lady, but if you look closer it's interesting. QPR are comparable to the girl who never puts out at a party, she fails to deliver on any stage and they did that today at Anfield. Wigan who are everyones favourite loser at the party, they somehow manage to do it every year but run out a big loser this season. As we move closer up we see Reading got a hammering off West Ham and the chicken dancer Kevin Nolan grabbed a hatrick, it's as if he's the only one of the dance floor at the party, pissed up doing the chicken dance to get the party started and for Fat Sam to sign a new contract. We have Fulham the team that are full of mediocrity, they attend the party smartly dressed but deep down are a failure, they know they can't live up to the big boys until they demolished everyone's circlejerk team Swansea 3-0. The loud mouths of the party and bruisers looking for fights are Stoke City, they're hated by everyone and nobody likes them, even pigs head detest them! Well they ran out in a 1-1 draw with Pochetti's Southampton. As we move upstairs to the bedroom this is where the climax is held, Arsenal going hard in one room trying to bust a nut whilst Spurs are helpless as they wait for the one man show to attend, he's late, Gareth missed the party time and arrives 80 minutes later for Spurs to give it a go. They run out winners to a 10 man crazy man managed team, Sunderland. Di Canio is the fiesty drunk, the one that makes you think one more line of coke off a strippers tit and he's going to implode and fight the pigs head. Arsenal are content with their actions in the bedroom, they know, we know that they're satisfied with their performance. It's as if the Arsene is too stingy to purchase sexual toys to make them more attractive. As the party draws to a close we have Chelsea man managed by that guy. That guy is loved by Liverpool, they act as a destroyed lover who left at the wrong time and still remains loved by the Reds. Well Rafa is a villain to everyone in the stadium including the visiting blue side, he bowed out a gentlemen and a winner.
I've just spent the last 9 hours reading critical text and thought I'd write this out of sheer boredom, it most likely won't get read or make sense but you'll catch my drift.
