Don’t know why they are universally loathed
It's Cup Final Day.
Their money has got them into a position to win the League this year. But we're still there. One of the greatest Liverpool sides ever is still there and fighting. Their petro-dollars against the Liver Bird. Commerce against Football.
Sunday is Cup Final Day. And money no longer counts. It's just a test of nerve now. They have the one point advantage but it's about who wins their match. They cannot afford to lose, obviously. But they can't afford to draw either.
We are at home. They are away. We're at beloved Anfield, the greatest football ground in the world. We will win. Wolves are a very good team, a welcome addition to the Premier League, but the Kop will be supersonic and our boys will put on a show. Three points. An absolutely certainty. Anfield demands nothing less.
City don't have that advantage. They may squirm another narrow victory away at Brighton. The odds say they will. But it's not a dead cert, not the way they are playing at the moment. Not with their Bell End supporters who have clearly taken a vow of silence when the score is still nil-nil.
There is everything to play for. Jurgen is right. We are Liverpool. This means...we are the fucking greatest football team that has ever fucking existed. Come on Redmen!