Alternative RAWK zone

[tolmie's hairdoo]

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...

 

[hello]

It seems Ashcroft was right after all and Drugs really don't work!

 

[aguero93:20]

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.

 

[inchy14]

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.

 

[tolmie's hairdoo]

Guess you needed something to do now you've stopped running.

I've stopped walking mate!

But remember, I will never walk alone.

 

[dronefromsector7G]

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.

 

[DrBlueBob]

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!

 

[aguero93:20]

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

 

[tolmie's hairdoo]

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.

 

[bluejon]

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.