The club is a reflection on, and product of, the culture of the city.
Like the club and its fanbase, liverpool as a city is riddled with contradictions and cognitive dissonance. A city built on denial. Lies. Hypocrisy.
It is a bipolar place which begets a collective schizophrenia.
A formerly global port city which boasts about its outward looking view of the world - “der Beatles listened to blues records from America off der boats” which is pure self serving myth and bullshit- but which has historically been a hotbed of brazen, aggressive racism against everyone from the early Chinese settlers to the black population of the present day.
Liverpool remains an extremely racist city. Much more so than here and much worse than any big city north of, say, Northampton.
A city quite literally built on the slave trade which has only in the last few years even acknowledged, admitted and begun the process of accepting and dealing with its shameful past.
A city whose population is largely built on Irish catholic immigration but which has its key institutions rooted in protestant unionism and sectarian hatred, which still had orange marches until the last decade or so.
And even amongst the Irish diaspora, the liverpool Irish are considered the worst of the worst. They are considered to fall into two camps - the laziest/thickest and the criminals/predators.
The laziest because they were the few Irish people who stopped in the very first place they arrived in Britain. The ones who couldn’t be arsed to venture forth and seek better opportunities elsewhere in this strange and alien land they found themselves in.
The brave, the ambitious and the enterprising moved on sharpish. The laziest, the thickest and the most cowardly remained in liverpool, close to the ferry back home.
Not all though. The criminal elements from Dublin and Cork sensed lucrative opportunities to prey on their fellow countrymen, especially the less sophisticated new arrivals from the west of Ireland. So these Irish criminals settled around the Scotland Road area, robbing and fleecing their fellow countrymen while pretending to be their helpful new friends. Their descendants remain there today and liverpool revels in their ‘craftiness’, while at the same time becoming outraged if anyone from without calls out their genetic dishonesty.
Thieves, con artists and predators going back generations who have fed into the culture of the city. And they are allowed to revel in it but nobody else is allowed to even suggest it.
TL:DR: They are lazy crooked loons and you can’t reason with them