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

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helpimonfire said:
Pub last night. Idiot RS telling me that our problem will be not knowing how to spend the new money that we receive.

Alrighty then.
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Saint Crystanbul's Day

KING ANDY
That he which hath no stomach for this feast,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And beers for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to dine out with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crystanbul.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crystanbul.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his Red neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crystanbul."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These tatts I had on Crystanbul's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats they blew that day. Then shall their names,
Familiar in the mouth as household words—
Steven the King, Luis and Sakho,
Flanagan and Allen (ha ha), Skrtel and Sturridge —
Be in our flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good Blue teach his son;
And Crystanbul Crystanbul shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we Blues shall be remembering-
We Blues, we happy Blues, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that shares his beers with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentle Blues in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not there,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That watched with us upon Saint Crystanbul's day.
 

ToffeeDan said:
To be improved - early version - will add Palace names later..

Saint Crystanbul's Day

KING ANDY
That he which hath no stomach for this feast,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And beers for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to dine out with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crystanbul.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crystanbul.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his Red neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crystanbul."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These tatts I had on Crystanbul's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats they blew that day. Then shall their names,
Familiar in the mouth as household words—
Steven the King, Luis and Sakho,
Flanagan and Allen (ha ha), Skrtel and Sturridge —
Be in our flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good Blue teach his son;
And Crystanbul Crystanbul shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we Blues shall be remembering-
We Blues, we happy Blues, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that shares his beers with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentle Blues in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not there,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That watched with us upon Saint Crystanbul's day.
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kin ell lad..... have a day off.


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How did they win that game?
Gifted two goals. Helped by the officials yet again.

Almost as unreal as Everton losing from 2-0 up with a penalty to go 3-0 up
 

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