Liverpool thread 2019/20

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I am in disbelief. The goal that never happened.
Why is it that Scousers write like this, in mystical flowery prose always like a mills and boon for the scousers to Hoover up and regurgitate into songs and dittys and tales of yore. They have mastered the art of polishing a turd. They think it has become a diamond but to everyone else it is still a turd and smells like shite
 
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Why is it that Scousers write like this, in mystical flowery prose always like a mills and boon for the scousers to Hoover up and regurgitate into songs and dittys and tales of yore. They have mastered the art of polishing a turd. They think it has become a diamond but to everyone else it is still a turd and smells like shite

It's almost like romantic poetry. I've read it a few times to try and make sense of it and basically I am still in shock that such a long winded piece of prose was basically about a saved shot.

I imagine somewhere in the annals of Scouse writing that there is an article about a parallel universe in which Kompany's screamer smashed off the bar and up the pitch, setting Vardy through to put Leicester 0-1 up. Kompany then slipped and sent Vardy through to secure a 0-2 win. Alisson jumped for joy and in doing so, stretched his muscle in such a way that he prevented any injury ever happening to anyone ever again. Then a man and a woman kissed in the away end and now have two kids called Stevie and Ian.
 
I've gone all Scouse

The most famous poem in English Football

I wandered lonely as a Scouse
That floats on high o’er Anfield Road,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of Red Men;
Along the KOP, beneath the flags ,
Ten thousand singing in the crowd.
 
I'll put this here so you don't have to click on that shite.

Maybe Alisson gets injured anyway. Maybe he gets hurt in the Super Cup. Maybe it’s a worse injury. Maybe it never happens at all.

In considering that all: Is this world, the world where Krul stretches and saves Firmino’s attempt in the thirty-first minute of the first game of Liverpool’s season, the world we should inhabit? The one we are meant to inhabit?

The world in which your parents did meet and here you are. The world in which there lies Allison on the floor with one hand raised in the thirty-sixth minute and the other clutching at his right leg. And there was Liverpool’s season, with a three-goal lead turning aside an inferior opponent looking like champions-elect on a Friday night.

Liverpool’s goal of the season resulted in a save.
I wish his or her parents hadn't met.
 
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