We were harmless, everyone's second club. Huge crowds, huge away support. Cool connections. How they marvelled at our stoicism, our gallows humour, our occasional moments of unparalleled joy...
As long as we were never a threat to the red shirt cabal.
However, as God willed it, we smashed them, humiliated them, brought them to their knees.
They and their media shills can't comprehend it, it simply does not compute. They pine for the 80's, the 90's, the 00's and the way things used to be. The way things should be, the way things have always been.
They cry themselves to sleep in their Bob Paisley/Baconface/Wenger jimjams...
And they wake up bitter and twisted.
"Clear and organised."
The sad thing is Bob Paisley was actually a decent bloke and age for would have battered Bingo.