My birthday today…do not fuck this up lads!!!
Happy Birthday mate
Happy Birthday @Walshy07
This is probably the best lineup given the circumstances. It does the midfield a bit light , although we need to hope Shaq can do off the ball pressing to hold the defensive side of things as well.
How I wish A fit Jota to replace Shaq in this line up and we have the line up of the game against City, which did surprise them in the early stages of the game.
We have to be inventive and unpredictable,bur also hunt the ball like a pack of wolves.Don’t let them have the ball with them for more than 10 seconds.
Happy Birthday
Come on @Lowton_Red what’s the mem’s opinion of today’s festivities?
Happy birthday @Walshy07, fingers crossed you will have two reasons to celebrate.
Happy happy birthday Walshy, fingers crossed to have a good one with a double celebration.
Happy Birthday mate, hope there’s a nice present coming your way in a few hours…
Happy birthday mate, hope you get the best present
(re-posted in the correct thread this time). Makes the league tough for us if we lose this one. Expecting a dodgy penalty or two for them and the pain of having to see their bruno-skippy-fkn-do-da penalty.
Interesting how the last few days, Klopp even loosely questioning the favouritism towards United, without even citing the clear cheating against LFC, has been turned into it being Klopp who is trying to influence officials to favour LFC, when all he’s asking for is neutrality, consistency and a level playing field.
Clattenberg’s admission that officials gave favourable decisions to United under Fergie should have been subject to national media scrutiny.
I’d say it’s staggering, but none of the bias, corruption and cheating that’s rife in this country these days has that effect any more.
Anyway good luck to the lads today. At least we won’t have to hear the slums and dustbins chants from visiting scumbags.
we will win by a goal, the scoreline will be 6-5
How many of their five goals will NOT be penalties?
10:00pm kick-off hey??
Which one of our Indian friends is responsible for this?
This is the most important game of the season, well at least it will be until the next one. It’s an absolutely must win game.
And who can doubt the sincerity of this sentiment today as we entertain olga and his putrescent detritus from that dungeon horrible, the hideous ruin fed with ever-burning sulphur unconsumed, old toilet.
And what of PGMOL, what sights of woe have they prepared for us today? Unlike last season, when you might easily have mistaken their place for the Wailing Wall of Jerusalem, they are newly reinvigorated, no doubt on account of the benevolence of their Trucial masters. They have redoubled their efforts in their attempt to compound our adamantine chains and penal fire and have appointed closet manurite, paul “pie eater” tierney as the referee, and stuart “codder” (tw)attwell on VAR.
For those of us with short memories, the last time we faced the exact same malevolent pairing was December last, against Newcastle, when Mane was clearly impeded in the goalmouth by the barcodes keeper hugging his leg. Nothing was given. So, today, expect nothing from the ref, or VAR, and you won’t be disappointed.
So, come on you Redmen, Gie it laldy!
This morning I was roused before sunrise by a cacophony emanating from the courtyard. Upon stepping out I was greeted by a scene akin to one of Bruegel the Elder’s more colourful works, “The Triumph of Death”. It was Boudica and her fellow harridans of the Lowton and District Townswomen’s Guild up to their collective elbows in the rites of the τελετή δέρματος. Boudica had decided to pull out all the stops, and the divers entrails of assorted livestock, in readiness for the match. When the Mem sets her mind to it she can go through the place like a devouring flame, leaving ruin and desolation behind her on every side.
Some stout souls might have ventured to enquire of their nearest and dearest, might they tone it down a tad? I might not number a one of the world’s great intellects but I have a firm grip on reality. Life’s experience teaches us that the more stupid one is, the closer one is to reality. The more stupid one is, the clearer one is. Stupidity is brief and artless, while intelligence squirms and hides itself. Intelligence is unprincipled, but stupidity is honest and straightforward.
Accepting my reality, as Shakespeare says if you’re going to do a thing you might as well pop right at it and get it over. I broke out the gauntlets and waders, and checked that the pressure washer was in good working order. There’s nothing worse than offal backing up in the storm drains before a match.
Meanwhile, that infernal Serpent of the sulphurous pit, our pocket incubus Lawro, whose guile, stirred up with envy and revenge has gone all out in his malediction, reminding us that we have not lost at Anfield in the league since April 2017. He just had to get that in, didn’t he. He completed his vituperation predicting a one all draw. To quote Danté, he’s an utter, gobshite.
Hopefully his attempted kiss of death won’t throw a spanner in the works and upset the apple-cart.
I’ll take a scrappy 1-0 win to us.
Lost it at this Class
What my nearest and dearest said