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LFC fans that wear the full kit around town on non-matchdays

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Eggs said:
..Saturdays in my local is what I do but when they’re a lunchtime kick off I stay in. Blokes in red shirts turn up who you only see on those occasions. There’s two beauts who are from out of town, they sit right in front of the big screen with a lager shandy each and 6 packets of crisps which lasts the full game. They’re harmless enough but the pub is taken over. Saying that, it’s brilliant sitting quietly with them when they get turned over.
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This 100% ......

I'll be sitting in my local when 15 minutes before the game the mutant hordes in their mostly cheap knock off gear begin piling in. Everyone's kit has a name and number, "7" "cara" "dogleash" etc.... a fair few still meander in with crown paints adorning the front, even though the rancid shirts falling apart, and I'm unsure if it's yellow or just piss stained to match the peculiar musk they seem to emit. They all troop to the bar holding a £10 note in the air like it's the bloody world cup and individually order 1 pint each as loud as a jet engine taking off. They then snake to the front of any telly they can find before recanting tales of istanbullcrap and various other melodramas they've imagined themselves to have attended over the years, half of them have never been further than blackpool lights on a wet October evening. Then a hush as the game begins and they nurse their lager top as if a drought had decended on the world and no more fluids shall be dispensed from the publicans tap.
Penalty, penalty, penalty they doth cry for a foul on the halfway line. The refs a [Poor language removed], effing baconface (the guy retired years ago ffs)..... nothing is their glorious teams fault, the blerts.
Along comes half time and again comes the imagined Walter Mitty'esq experiences of the great unwashed... "well when I was in Turkey... blah blah blah"
Except you weren't in Turkey, you where annoying the piss out of me when you came back in the pub after going home to yer mams crying at half time cos you were getting beat you scrawny virgin whopper.
At least the 2nd halfs on and I know the dickwads will be gone in 45 minutes, shout, moan, cry, goal , isn't klopp great, everyone likes our manager, best fans in the world,..... a total lack of self awareness totally emboldens them. Everyone hates you, your like a crap France thinking your relevant in anything whatsoever.
The high sixes when they score or the sense of injustice when they lose is palpable. But inevitably the game finishes and they swig the embers of their pint leaving behind the empty packets of disco quavers and pickled onion monster munch like memories in the wind. Then its off home to either their sexually frustrated wife or their sexually frustrated mam to watch strictly come dancing whilst they both dream of dancing off with Jurgen the German into their beds that night.

And they all stink off piss especially King Aldo....


By the way I live about a mile and a half from goodison so there's no excuse not to go the game, you smelly carts
 
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Dan Tanner said:
This 100% ......

I'll be sitting in my local when 15 minutes before the game the mutant hordes in their mostly cheap knock off gear begin piling in. Everyone's kit has a name and number, "7" "cara" "dogleash" etc.... a fair few still meander in with crown paints adorning the front, even though the rancid shirts falling apart, and I'm unsure if it's yellow or just piss stained to match the peculiar musk they seem to emit. They all troop to the bar holding a £10 note in the air like it's the bloody world cup and individually order 1 pint each as loud as a jet engine taking off. They then snake to the front of any telly they can find before recanting tales of istanbullcrap and various other melodramas they've imagined themselves to have attended over the years, half of them have never been further than blackpool lights on a wet October evening. Then a hush as the game begins and they nurse their lager top as if a drought had decended on the world and no more fluids shall be dispensed from the publicans tap.
Penalty, penalty, penalty they doth cry for a foul on the halfway line. The refs a [Poor language removed], effing baconface (the guy retired years ago ffs)..... nothing is their glorious teams fault, the blerts.
Along comes half time and again comes the imagined Walter Mitty'esq experiences of the great unwashed... "well when I was in Turkey... blah blah blah"
Except you weren't in Turkey, you where annoying the piss out of me when you came back in the pub after going home to yer mams crying at half time cos you were getting beat you scrawny virgin whopper.
At least the 2nd halfs on and I know the dickwads will be gone in 45 minutes, shout, moan, cry, goal , isn't klopp great, everyone likes our manager, best fans in the world,..... a total lack of self awareness totally emboldens them. Everyone hates you, your like a crap France thinking your relevant in anything whatsoever.
The high sixes when they score or the sense of injustice when they lose is palpable. But inevitably the game finishes and they swig the embers of their pint leaving behind the empty packets of disco quavers and pickled onion monster munch like memories in the wind. Then its off home to either their sexually frustrated wife or their sexually frustrated mam to watch strictly come dancing whilst they both dream of dancing off with Jurgen the German into their beds that night.

And they all stink off piss especially King Aldo....


By the way I live about a mile and a half from goodison so there's no excuse not to go the game, you smelly carts
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Best read on here for a while. Snorted my tea at "high sixes" .
 

Sterling withdrew from the England squad for their upcoming friendlies against Germany and Brazil because of a back issue.
The severity of Sterling's injury is unclear, but given that England are only playing friendlies and not World Cup qualifiers, it wouldn't be shocking to see him return for City's match at Leicester on Nov 18.
 
chrismpw said:
Best read on here for a while. Snorted my tea at "high sixes" .
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It's why I am worried that they'll win 1 more Champions League. Anymore is essentially past their finger counting skills and wouldn't take them past whatever concept of infinite times winner that they have.
 
Dan Tanner said:
This 100% ......

I'll be sitting in my local when 15 minutes before the game the mutant hordes in their mostly cheap knock off gear begin piling in. Everyone's kit has a name and number, "7" "cara" "dogleash" etc.... a fair few still meander in with crown paints adorning the front, even though the rancid shirts falling apart, and I'm unsure if it's yellow or just piss stained to match the peculiar musk they seem to emit. They all troop to the bar holding a £10 note in the air like it's the bloody world cup and individually order 1 pint each as loud as a jet engine taking off. They then snake to the front of any telly they can find before recanting tales of istanbullcrap and various other melodramas they've imagined themselves to have attended over the years, half of them have never been further than blackpool lights on a wet October evening. Then a hush as the game begins and they nurse their lager top as if a drought had decended on the world and no more fluids shall be dispensed from the publicans tap.
Penalty, penalty, penalty they doth cry for a foul on the halfway line. The refs a [Poor language removed], effing baconface (the guy retired years ago ffs)..... nothing is their glorious teams fault, the blerts.
Along comes half time and again comes the imagined Walter Mitty'esq experiences of the great unwashed... "well when I was in Turkey... blah blah blah"
Except you weren't in Turkey, you where annoying the piss out of me when you came back in the pub after going home to yer mams crying at half time cos you were getting beat you scrawny virgin whopper.
At least the 2nd halfs on and I know the dickwads will be gone in 45 minutes, shout, moan, cry, goal , isn't klopp great, everyone likes our manager, best fans in the world,..... a total lack of self awareness totally emboldens them. Everyone hates you, your like a crap France thinking your relevant in anything whatsoever.
The high sixes when they score or the sense of injustice when they lose is palpable. But inevitably the game finishes and they swig the embers of their pint leaving behind the empty packets of disco quavers and pickled onion monster munch like memories in the wind. Then its off home to either their sexually frustrated wife or their sexually frustrated mam to watch strictly come dancing whilst they both dream of dancing off with Jurgen the German into their beds that night.

And they all stink off piss especially King Aldo....


By the way I live about a mile and a half from goodison so there's no excuse not to go the game, you smelly carts
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Brilliant read
 

74 days lost to injury
It’s a so bad for LFC.
Jurgen Klopp's team are renowned for their pressing and high-intensity sprints, and they suffered a succession of muscular injuries during his first season at Anfield. This season they have lost fewer days to injury than any other club. Sadio Mane was absent for a few weeks with a hamstring problem, and Nathaniel Clyne and Lallana are still awaiting their first appearances of the season due to back and thigh injuries respectively. Daniel Sturridge has managed to stay available for selection for most of the campaign, which knocks off a large proportion of their days lost in previous season.
 

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