I HATE this fixture, and the build-up. All opponents turn up at Anfield most seasons with their shoulders slumped, seemingly happy to be the Washington Generals to the RS' Harlem Globetrotters.
Although watching long diagonal balls from the fullbacks whilst listening to that dirge isn't the same as whistling Sweet Georgia Brown.
At the second test event I felt the wind of change, or the breeze of transformation (and it wasn't the salt and pepper chicken).
It really is beginning to feel like we're back, baby. Let's get in their faces from minute one, wind them up, silence the crowd and give them a Moyes shithouse masterclass. 0-2. UTFT.