The desperation that Liverpool implode is palpable among some of them.
what do you expect from a sheep but a baaaaaaah
Tell me that’s not real
I can’t.
Oh bollocks.
I was walking through Ringsend yesterday evening at 8 and I had a good chuckle to myself. The streets were eerily quiet bar couples running excitedly towards the pubs. Sally’s, Clarke’s, the Oarsman and the Yacht were all packed. “I suppose it’s like their All Ireland” I thought to myself.
I told you all not to get carried away but you wouldn’t listen.
I missed the first six minutes of the game last night as I was walking home from the hospital.
There was literally nobody else on the streets.
Liverpool Football Club truly is Ireland’s national team.
It unifies the scumbags in the Orange Order with the scumbags in Mountjoy Jail.
Exactly. And everybody else.
Liverpool Football Club has a catholic ethos.
Aston Villa is the biggest team that play in England that has Irish roots.
11.2 mm was the margin. If the ball was 11 mm further forward it still wouldn’t have made a difference.
Liverpool isn’t England, though.
I told you all not to get carried away but you wouldn’t listen.
The enjoyment is in the journey. I had reason to drive from Dublin to Donegal once. I found the journey pleasant enough until I get to some shithole called Aughnacloy. Things began to improve again once we got to Lifford A person of your mindset wouldn’t go because of the shit bit of the journey.