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Thursday, 29 April 2010

Liverpool FC, my club, my faith, my soul

So, hopefully this won't die today.

Liverpool fc are playing their second leg in the europa league tonight, a 2-0 win would see us in the final. 1-0 would see extra time and pens.
I'm optimistic.... touch wood.
We need to score early though, really really early, like now please boys.

As a bit of encouragement i'd like you all to join with me in singing you'll never walk alone by Gerry and the pacemakers

When you walk
Through a storm
Hold your head, up high
And don't be afraid, of the dark
'Coz at the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song
Of the lark

Walk on, through the wind
Walk on, through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed
And blown

Walk on, walk on
With hope, in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone

Alone

Walk on, walk on
With hope in your hearts
You'll never walk, alone
You'll n-never walk alone.

Thank you.

Now, far more pressing matters

And also, to wish him good luck, and a swift recovery.

His armband proved he was a red Torres, Torres
You'll never walk alone it said, Torres, Torres
We bought the lad from sunny Spain
He gets the ball, he scores again,
Fernando Torres, Liverpool's number 9
Na na na na na na na, na na, na na
Na na na na na na na, na na, na na
na na na na na na na, na na na na, na na na na
Fernando Torres, Liverpool's number 9.

Bring it.

Karma, you're being good to me at the moment, please bring me more luck, you old friend you.

And mascharano, don't get sent off mate. And babel, stop being a fucking donkey. Fucking retard.

And good luck to Fulham tonight.

Song of the day: Shop - Beardyman
Quote of the day: 'You'll never walk alone' - Gerry

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