shackattack said:
how many books can you write on not winning the league ffs
<a class="postlink" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Make-Us-Dream-Liverpools-Season-ebook/dp/B00M19VS2M/ref=pd_sim_kinc_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=08VE0FX6CW14HZ6TMB8B" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.amazon.co.uk/Make-Us-Dream-L ... 14HZ6TMB8B</a>
<a class="postlink" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Liverpool-F...im_kinc_6?ie=UTF8&refRID=1977TDD4MPJ1XE7V9KS8" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.amazon.co.uk/Liverpool-F...i ... J1XE7V9KS8</a>
<a class="postlink" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/They-Dared-To-Dream-Liverpool-ebook/dp/B00LEG66SE" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.amazon.co.uk/They-Dared-To-D ... B00LEG66SE</a>
<a class="postlink" href="http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/products/david+e-+usher/we+go+again/11167198/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesw ... /11167198/</a>
So I read the 1st review for one of these. I love it :)
By the final chapter of this book I was kneeling on the floor of my living room, floods of tears pattering onto my replica kit, wailing like a hysterical gibbon. My dogs, Rushie and Aldo, wailed in solidarity with me. They understood; my wife didn't. I felled her with a right hook.
Imagine if all you ever wanted was a carrot cake, and then, after 25 years without one, you see your most loyal friend walking towards your house smiling, carrying a carrot cake with your name on it. As he reaches your drive, he tumbles calamitously into a ditch. You rush out to find him writhing in agony amongst a cakey-muddy mess, a hungry raven pecking at his flesh. That is how we Liverpool fans feel about the 13/14 season (the raven is Tony Pulis, by the way).
This book is not just some cynical cash-in to make money out of Irish people. Paul Tomkins has truly encapsulated the modern-day Liverpool Football Club experience in literary form: the misty-eyed sentimentality, the endless self-mythologizing and, above all, the abject, humiliating failure. YNWA.