HAD a boss ratings there, you know. Fucking boss one, on me phone, work in motion, type as you watch. Real-time shit. And then some mad fella come into The Croc and started asking everyone mad questions about whether they supported Liverpool or not on about 41 minutes...
THAT was a summer, weren’t it? What have you been up to? I’ll be honest, I’ve tried to swerve The Reds, there; I haven’t seen a minute of pre season, didn’t really get involved in all the transfer voyeurism, just sort of lived for a bit, which was sound. It meant...
SO, some cruel fucker in the Anfield Wrap office has somehow come to the conclusion that what my delicate, fragile, mental health really needs at this point in my Kyiv recovery is to think about those Redshite bastards and how they have got on this season, and give...
I DON’T like to start on a bit of a downer and that, but someone needs to do something about these referees, mate. That fucker Friend wants fucking legging out of the city boundaries, like fucking Thelma and Louise, but instead of a load of bizzies, it is Andy...
SUN is out, bank holiday weekend = BBQ in our house. Not in the house, that would be wild, carbon monoxide alarms going off all over the gaff, trying to watch the game through a fog of smoke, like frigging Beijing or something, with one of them masks on. To be honest,...
ROME. What a city. Some of the things you see here are second to none. Some of the buildings leave your jaw open, agog, amazement and wonder spread all over your face. Wonderstruck, struck by wonder. Imagine being a peasant, from Germania, circa 400 years BC or...
FUCKING Stoke. I’m going home for a cup of tea in a glass. Going to smash the living daylights out of all of me bowls, cups, plates and anything that looks like they might make it in Stoke. Single-use plastic lad, that’s where it’s at. Use it once, lash it in the sea....
BRING on yer Roma by the score. Next week bring them on by the thousands. I’ll be the lad dressed as a Knights Templar on a holy mission, with shark suit Under Armour and a massive suit of armour over the top. Go ‘ed yer shithouse, stab my arse now. I went to...
DID you see that lovely article that Dion Fanning wrote about his lad, and dinosaurs and him loving Mo Salah and that? It was lovely that, wasn’t it? Would have brought a tear to the eye of even a hardened, misery arse that, wouldn’t it? I couldn’t help but think,...
A LOT has been said after the game last week about the Manchester City bus. Oh god, the poor bus, like the fucking thing had feelings, like Pinocchio or some shit. Papa, I’m a real bus. No your not lad, you are made of wood, you bellend. Pep Guardiola crying his way...
