Gonna be a messy day tomorrow, full hit, last home game of the season - like every season.
Breakfast in Weatherspoon's, couple of pint's, up the match, meet more like minded, a couple more pint's, get in the Kop, take the piss out of each other, support the men who wear the Liver bird upon their chest, hopefully, to a tricky reds win, then out and about till it's impossible to humanly drink anymore.
Any Liverpudlian who want's us to get beat needs to have a close look inside their own mind and have a look at themselves, Jesus, if the Mancs win it because we may beat Chelsea, so fucking what, who gives a shit?
In time they are going to overtake our number anyway, we are miles away, live with it, you can't do anything about it, but support the team.
Liverpool FC
Built by SHANKS.
Destroyed by YANKS.