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ECHO Comment: "Fears of Witch-hunt Against Liverpool FC"

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Liverpool spend outrageous money as well. Glen Johnson is on 6 figures or thereabouts. They spent £35m on Carroll. Huge numbers. If they're ever regarded as popular winners of the league one day, as they were claiming to be this year, it won't be anything to do with them not spending huge amounts of money. Only their most deluded fans have dreamed this idea up.
You're wasting your time. Rational arguments don't work.
 

Bit late to the Monopoly party, but:

'You've been collared making aeroplane motions at Old Trafford again - say they were singing about Hillsborough.'

'Roy Evans Gerard Houllier Rafael Benitez Brendan Rodgers has finished second. This means we're definitely back, so start mouthing off about how 1998 2002 2010 2015 will definitely be our year. Don't worry, there's no way this will backfire.'
 

You dream of something, sometimes knowing it will not come true and then a magical moment emerges out of the ether and reality bites. I am actually in the same room as Brendan. One to one. Undivided. The door is closed and the only sound is Brendan’s voice and the accompanying reverberation enhancing his enchanting brogue.

The calm authority with which he speaks entrances me beyond measure. I try not to stare at his soft sweet lips. The delicious tenor of his voice makes me quiver. I think he feels it too. He seductively bites his moist bottom lip with his new teeth. I don’t know what Adonis’ teeth looked like, but I imagine they looked like this. Sweet.

There is music in his voice. I hear Rachmaninoff when he discusses his tactics. I confess to not fully understanding them – but I don’t expect to, and maybe that’s the way it should be.

My fingers long to trace his aquiline nose when he calmly tells me one of the red men is the best in the world. I try to hold back the crying and shaking when he names every player – replete with delightful dramatic pauses – before claiming them to be also the best in the world.

He walks away. The sun goes down. I am alone and aching inside.

The club is in safe hands. Soft but strong hands. I close my eyes and sigh.

Then…

The door opens and he returns, closing the door behind him.

Brendan’s smile accompanies the seductive click of the door.

We go again…
 

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