For me, it started in the 70s with that pleasant jaunt across the appropriately named Stanley Park.
Followed by the daylight robbery of the '81 league Cup semi-final. Alf Grey, you wanker.
Then the constant booing of our team in the 2014 game at Anfield, even after us going along with your annual commemoration of "The 96". Laid a wreath on the centre circle, and took out a full page tribute in the programme, IIRC. Then the booing of Yaya as he was going off injured. Classless from your lot.
Then the giddy attitude of your lot on the run in. Mirrored last season. Never count your chickens, La.
Then there's the attack on our team coach last season. What the fuck did our players and staff do to deserve that?
Then there's the constant, borderline racist, slurs on our owners. Your owners aren't whiter than white fella. Furloughing staff until the shitstorm forced them to back down. Not to mention the disgraceful way some of your neighbouring residents were treated by the club;
https://www.theguardian.com/footbal...blog/2013/may/06/anfield-liverpool-david-conn
Then there's the shite spouted by the likes of Aldridge.
Need I go on?