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Sadly, you have been infected by the Dipper virus. I present a thread for whenever times are good and bad ;)


Feck Game of Thrones the other night, it was our glorious Red Men who fought until they dropped, no quarter given, none asked.

We have our own Jon Snow in Jurgen. Remember that.

His calling was always Anfield, to assemble the masses from afar.

From Egypt, they heard the clarion call. From Senegal. From the beaches of Brazil, to the tenements of Glasgow.

The likes of Shitty, Barcelona, United, Real Madrid and PSG?

An army of the dead, soulless. A meaningless existence and a desire to crush everything underfoot.

Except they can't and they won't.

They can throw as much on the pyre as they like. The gaffer is waiting you see. Next Tuesday, at our own glorious castle, he will have stood behind him a legion of 50,000 strong.

Let them come. Let them feel our wrath. Let them feel the spittle and contempt we have within our throats.

Let them have it.


Messi might fancy himself as the Night King, but there is plenty of dragon glass around our way.

From whence we came, LFC WILL again remind everybody who really are the true Kings...
 
Bad result last night but if we as RAWKers really believe and let it shine through in our poetry, there's no way the mighty Redmen can fail to make the final.
 
Sadly, you have been infected by the Dipper virus. I present a thread for whenever times are good and bad ;)


Feck Game of Thrones the other night, it was our glorious Red Men who fought until they dropped, no quarter given, none asked.

We have our own Jon Snow in Jurgen. Remember that.

His calling was always Anfield, to assemble the masses from afar.

From Egypt, they heard the clarion call. From Senegal. From the beaches of Brazil, to the tenements of Glasgow.

The likes of Shitty, Barcelona, United, Real Madrid and PSG?

An army of the dead, soulless. A meaningless existence and a desire to crush everything underfoot.

Except they can't and they won't.

They can throw as much on the pyre as they like. The gaffer is waiting you see. Next Tuesday, at our own glorious castle, he will have stood behind him a legion of 50,000 strong.

Let them come. Let them feel our wrath. Let them feel the spittle and contempt we have within our throats.

Let them have it.


Messi might fancy himself as the Night King, but there is plenty of dragon glass around our way.

From whence we came, LFC WILL again remind everybody who really are the true Kings...


Guess you needed something to do now you've stopped running.
 
So lads. Next week against Barca.

The special famous Anfield atmosphere will be there for all to see as always on a special famous night of European football. It will be boss. Boss I tells ya. We’ll get an early goal and they won’t know what’s hit them. A boss performance will see us 2-0 up by half time.

By the end a boss display will see the special mighty reds 4-0 winners and we’ll be off to Madrid for a boss night.

Boss.
 
Sadly, you have been infected by the Dipper virus. I present a thread for whenever times are good and bad ;)


Feck Game of Thrones the other night, it was our glorious Red Men who fought until they dropped, no quarter given, none asked.

We have our own Jon Snow in Jurgen. Remember that.

His calling was always Anfield, to assemble the masses from afar.

From Egypt, they heard the clarion call. From Senegal. From the beaches of Brazil, to the tenements of Glasgow.

The likes of Shitty, Barcelona, United, Real Madrid and PSG?

An army of the dead, soulless. A meaningless existence and a desire to crush everything underfoot.

Except they can't and they won't.

They can throw as much on the pyre as they like. The gaffer is waiting you see. Next Tuesday, at our own glorious castle, he will have stood behind him a legion of 50,000 strong.

Let them come. Let them feel our wrath. Let them feel the spittle and contempt we have within our throats.

Let them have it.


Messi might fancy himself as the Night King, but there is plenty of dragon glass around our way.

From whence we came, LFC WILL again remind everybody who really are the true Kings...
FFS!
 
So lads. Next week against Barca.

The special famous Anfield atmosphere will be there for all to see as always on a special famous night of European football. It will be boss. Boss I tells ya. We’ll get an early goal and they won’t know what’s hit them. A boss performance will see us 2-0 up by half time.

By the end a boss display will see the special mighty reds 4-0 winners and we’ll be off to Madrid for a boss night.
Siegfried
Location: Oslo
 
So lads. Next week against Barca.

The special famous Anfield atmosphere will be there for all to see as always on a special famous night of European football. It will be boss. Boss I tells ya. We’ll get an early goal and they won’t know what’s hit them. A boss performance will see us 2-0 up by half time.

By the end a boss display will see the special mighty reds 4-0 winners and we’ll be off to Madrid for a boss night.

Boss.

You need to calm down lad. Calm down. All will be well.
 
Sadly, you have been infected by the Dipper virus. I present a thread for whenever times are good and bad ;)


Feck Game of Thrones the other night, it was our glorious Red Men who fought until they dropped, no quarter given, none asked.

We have our own Jon Snow in Jurgen. Remember that.

His calling was always Anfield, to assemble the masses from afar.

From Egypt, they heard the clarion call. From Senegal. From the beaches of Brazil, to the tenements of Glasgow.

The likes of Shitty, Barcelona, United, Real Madrid and PSG?

An army of the dead, soulless. A meaningless existence and a desire to crush everything underfoot.

Except they can't and they won't.

They can throw as much on the pyre as they like. The gaffer is waiting you see. Next Tuesday, at our own glorious castle, he will have stood behind him a legion of 50,000 strong.

Let them come. Let them feel our wrath. Let them feel the spittle and contempt we have within our throats.

Let them have it.


Messi might fancy himself as the Night King, but there is plenty of dragon glass around our way.

From whence we came, LFC WILL again remind everybody who really are the true Kings...
Jon Snow is also shagging his auntie, so that will fit in nicely in the dipperverse.
 
Did father Ted post that?
Feck? Fuckin feck?
I was expecting 'potato' thrown in.

So reading between the lines they are going to stone and brick the Barca bus with some help from the Merseyside police!

And I presume they mean Jon snow off channel 4 news do they?
Makes sense as he's a boring **** too.
 
Did father Ted post that?
Feck? Fuckin feck?
I was expecting 'potato' thrown in.

So reading between the lines they are going to stone and brick the Barca bus with some help from the Merseyside police!

And I presume they mean Jon snow off channel 4 news do they?
Makes sense as he's a boring **** too.

Potato, you say?

So meeting at the King Edward pub as usual?

C'mon Redmen.
 
I think this result will spur us on. We've probably just played the only worthy team that's on our level, and if it wasn't for our wastefulness in front of goal, we should have won 5-3, minimum. Minimum.

I deffo think now, we've lulled City into a false sense of scurity. They'll look at yesterday's game and think "Liverpool are done". That's what we want them to think, it's all part of Klopp's plan. City will now relax in their last too games, Barca will play their B team at Anfield, and we'll surprise them all.

It's Klopp's plan, mate, it's Klopp's plan.
 
Such a ridiculously hyperbolic OP I genuinely thought he had lifted it of RAWK ;-)
 
All the signs are pointing to only one result next Tuesday: 5-0 to Klopp's Kings of the Kop.

I've written a little poem..

I wandered lonely as a scouse,
That walks on high o'er Mancs and Cockneys;
When all at once I saw a crowd
Of red outside the gates of Shankly;
Beside the bricks and broken glass
For all the world to see our class.

Continuous as a row of houses
All boarded up and full of needles;
The stretched like elasticated trousers
That are sometimes worn by portly people;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing missiles in sprightly dance.

The away bus near them crashed, and they
Destroyed this bus in sparkling glee;
A hooligan could not be but 'happy'
In such a feral company;
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth our tours of Europe brought.

For oft when on my oath I lie
In court before the magistrate;
I think about those flying bricks
Which are the bliss of abstract states;
And then my heart with pleasure expands
At the thought of attacking Catalans.
 

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