On the subject of the 'good old days' of the 'friendly rivalry' that some on here are waxing lyrical about, I have to state my case.
I hated that. I hated the media trumpeting about how the fans 'loved' each other, 'backed each other in finals', sat next to each other.
I never once sang 'Merseyside' at a game. I never once sang a gloating song about Manchester at a Derby.
They are, and always have been, our number one rivals. And that is before the actual logical reasons to despise them.
Sorry, but the day I want Liverpool to win a game is the day I've lost touch with what being an Evertonian is. Playing Man Utd? United all day long and twice on Sundays.
Remember that vomit-inducing team photo around the '85 cup final time, with the players from the two teams lining up standing alternately, and the two managers sat at the front? Anyone who considered putting that on their wall wanted a punch in the face, but only after every single person in the photo.
Bitter? That's me. I hate them, I always have. The day I saw a guy burning a Liverpool scarf in the Gwladys in the mid-80s was the day I knew the 'friendly rivalry' was dead, if it really ever existed. And I smiled because all was as it should be.
I'm just saying...