There was a period on here when there was at any time 2 to 3 active turf wars going on between rival cliques or lone wolves. It was box office. You’d just spent the week toiling sowing discontent and suspicious through pretty jibes and then the weekend would deliver pay per view level smokedowns when Everton defeats, alcohol and the cocaine amplified ill feeling. Through in anonymous neg rep and unconvincing multis and it was better than anything Spielberg ever produced.