The amount of fucking diving and rolling around in this Liverpool v Everton game reminds me of why I don't like football as much as I used to. Get up you fucking cunts.
I really couldn't care less whether we reach the 4th round or the semi-final, it won't get us promoted, and it's not like the money generated from a cup run would benefit us in any way.
Best way to get up at them is to just go about our own business and not even think about the things they have printed. To quietly get promoted and not go OTT with the celebrations, and they'd have fuck all to write about.
11:30 wake up
12:00 head out to pick up my granda
12:45 Bacchus
13:30 Labour Club
14:45 head up to the ground
17:50 Bacchus
18:15 Home time.
Something like that.