So now we’ve seen just what the media and football authorities are made of. They’ve conspired to humiliate a football icon. Don’t tell me they didn’t all collude in the lead up to the match. Don’t tell me they didn’t have all this planned in advance. And don’t tell me the King - MY King - deserved any of this.
Whisky nose and all his mates at the FA have certainly done their jobs. It makes me so so angry that I just want to hit the wall. And keep hitting it until I see the red of our great club.
All over my hands and bedroom wall.
When my 3 year old came in my room today – a room adorned with pictures of the King in his pomp - and asked me what was wrong I was so choked up I couldn’t answer him. I had to turn away and push him out of the room to avoid him seeing daddy cry. When he came to me several hours later, sick with hunger and a full nappy causing him severe discomfort, I had to smile. It brought to mind all the shit we’ve had to carry around for so so long and how it’s causing this great football club – Liverpool Football Club - unimaginable pain.
And how we have been starved of justice throughout this whole torrid affair.
As my little innocent son cried in front of me, confused and hurting, I finally relented and let the pain and hurt spill out. He will only have to wait until his mother and her new husband pick him up on Monday morning for love and sustenance. But how long will we have to wait. The greatest, most knowledgable fans ever to exist and the most dignified, honourable football club to ever play the game.
What those bastards have done to my King is too much for me to take. If it is affecting my family life so much, imagine what it’s doing to Kenny.
There is only one solution that I can see that will bring this terrible situation for Liverpool Football Club to a satisfactory conclusion. With everyone attacking the man I love and the football club I live for, drastic measures are required.
Measures that the football authorities would simply buckle under.
To alleviate some of the pressure on the King I propose bringing back Rafa as his right hand man to deal with all this. With Rafa at the right hand of the King and able to deal with the gutter press with his customary dignity, not to mention his legendary grace and unbending nobleness, King Kenny would be able to concentrate on our push for the title. Steve Clarke would move to the left hand of the king. We could then bring Gerard Houllier back to sit at the King’s right elbow with Roy Evans brought in to take his place at the King’s left elbow. Kevin Keen and John Achterberg could take a wrist each.
An undeniable force in the King’s arms that would undoubtedly sweep us to greatness.
Just imagine the look on bacon face’s grill when he hears of this move. He wouldn’t know how to deal with so many legends in one place. His friends at the FA would look pretty damn stupid if we pulled this off. And anyone who has ever doubted us will have egg all over their faces. It would certainly give the Manc stooges at Slysports plenty to report on their poisonous 24 hour news channel.
Nobody would doubt us anymore. We would be on the crest of a wave that would bring silverware back to Anfield and atonement from every quarter. Because when you look into the eyes of greatness, all the propaganda that the sheeple have eaten up simply dissipates.
And all that is left his a humbled reverence for Liverpool Football Club
