A - Anfield (venue)
B - Banter.
It’s Liverpool vs. Man utd. You wake up, jump out of bed and get on the blower to your Manc mate to shout vile obsenities, all the while biting your nails, hoping you won’t be having humble pie for dinner.
C- Chanting
You hop out of bed and skip downstairs for a bit of breakfast, singing every LFC song that comes into your head on the way. COME ON YOU REDS!
D - Drink
It’s 1 ’ o clock and you enter through the doors of the pub with a deluded air of supremacy and the demeanor of a king, with a smile on your face that you can’t seem to hold back. The yearly event you’ve been waiting for has arrived. Get the drinks in!
E- Emotion.
The lads in the pub are getting gradually more drunk and the footy stories start to break out from through the years, which bring a tear to the storytellers eye. You sit there wishing along another good story to add to the collection come 4.50pm.
F - Fickleness.
Now it’s time for a slight dampener on the day. You’ve had a few at this stage and you see the same ****wit that was slating Rafa 3 weeks ago, now singing his praises after 3 wins on the bounce. “Best stay clear” , you think to yourself as you roll your eyes to high heaven.
G- Game
The whistle blows, the crowd roar while they brace themselves for a cracker. You can’t hear yourself think. Alas, this is what you’ve been waiting for.
H - Hysterics
It’s 3.30 on the button and the roof of the Manc net is burst open by a JAR thunderbolt. Everyone goes wild. You go hoarse from shouting but it’s worth it. 1 - 0 to the Pool!
I - Icing on the cake
2-0! Just before halftime, Robbie Fowler strikes to make it 2. Our God has come to the fore once again on the biggest of occasions. “ROBBBIIIEE FOWWWLLLEEERRRR” is all you can hear belting around the stadium. It’s so loud, the bitters over the park wonder why their own fans are singing the name of one of their rivals while they are behind 1 - 0 to lowly Watford.
J - “JOHHHHNNNNN ARRNEEEE RIIISSSEEE, I WANNNA KNOOWWWWOOOOOO, OOHH OOHH OOHH, HOW YOU SCORED THAT GOAL?” .
K- Ketchup
It’s half time and you are standing there, eating your roll with a beaming smile on your face, taking in the magnificent Anfield atmosphere when suddenly a big lump of ****ing tomato sauce spurts out of your roll and onto your leg. But it’s insignificant, we are 2 - 0 up against UTD, our biggest rivals!
L - lavatory
It’s that time, all that drink you’ve consumed is not going to just evaporate. You begrudgingly get out of your seat and make your way to the jacks where you know you will be waiting tiresomely. You finally get to let it out. Heaven. Now, back to the game.
M - Mesmorising
There’s always one particular bit of every game that stands out for you. Luis Garcia Takes a 40yard pass over his right shoulder and in one foul swoop, rattles the underside of the crossbar. Butterflies in your stomach. The crowd roar ,followed by a sigh of disbelief and an eerie silence.
N- Nerves
Next goal the the winner, you think to yourself. Very pessimistic but they say the third goal at 2 - 0 is the most important as Wayne Rooney bursts through the defence after a cut out cross field pass by Garcia (no surprise there). He accelerates clear. The defence are not going to catch him. Your heart is in your mouth. It’s there, the Granny shagger has scored. It’s nail biting time.
O- Operation Anfield exercise
“What the ****s that all about ?” you ask yourself but soon forget as you’re in a state of ineabriation and panic at the same time from a multitude of different sources.
P- Pretty football.
“KICK THE ****ING THING OUT” shout 42,000 people at Garcia, as he try’s to play keepy uppey in his own penalty area. Your heart skips a beat. 10 minutes to go. You just want it to end.
Q - Questions.
Standing there biting your nails and shouting all sorts. You’ve temporarily lost the plot. You’re in your own world - the world of football. You start to question your sanity, eyes half closed. You can hardly bare to look.
R- Result
This result means everything. Month’s of taking the piss out of your mates, and for the players a temporary superiorty complex over their biggest rivals, which even starts to make them believe that this could be their year. Only a couple of minutes to go.
S - Stoppage time
Adrenaline pumping through your body. Looking around at people fidgeting and biting their nails while a chorus of “You’ll never walk alone” rings out all around you..
T - That’s it! It’s all over!
The roars are deafining, the fans are overwhelmed and over the moon. Sheer ecstasy all round. You let out a scream of satisfaction as you think about the night ahead.
U - Unbelievable feeling
Walking out the gates and down the road amongst all your fellow fans, on top of the world, shouting and singing away to your hearts content. Is there a better feeling?
V- Vocal
The atmosphere at the final whistle plays back in your mind, over and over again and you try to remember another time you've experience it. You can’t, you’ve never experienced anything like it before!
W - Where to go?
It’s celebration time, straight out on the town. "DRINKS ALL ROUND!
X - X-rated.
You can’t remember what happen’s from here on in but it’s probably best left that way.
Y- Year
Best day of the year. If only everyday was like that of a matchday. We can only dream.
ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... is the only sound as the night draws to a close.
B - Banter.
It’s Liverpool vs. Man utd. You wake up, jump out of bed and get on the blower to your Manc mate to shout vile obsenities, all the while biting your nails, hoping you won’t be having humble pie for dinner.
C- Chanting
You hop out of bed and skip downstairs for a bit of breakfast, singing every LFC song that comes into your head on the way. COME ON YOU REDS!
D - Drink
It’s 1 ’ o clock and you enter through the doors of the pub with a deluded air of supremacy and the demeanor of a king, with a smile on your face that you can’t seem to hold back. The yearly event you’ve been waiting for has arrived. Get the drinks in!
E- Emotion.
The lads in the pub are getting gradually more drunk and the footy stories start to break out from through the years, which bring a tear to the storytellers eye. You sit there wishing along another good story to add to the collection come 4.50pm.
F - Fickleness.
Now it’s time for a slight dampener on the day. You’ve had a few at this stage and you see the same ****wit that was slating Rafa 3 weeks ago, now singing his praises after 3 wins on the bounce. “Best stay clear” , you think to yourself as you roll your eyes to high heaven.
G- Game
The whistle blows, the crowd roar while they brace themselves for a cracker. You can’t hear yourself think. Alas, this is what you’ve been waiting for.
H - Hysterics
It’s 3.30 on the button and the roof of the Manc net is burst open by a JAR thunderbolt. Everyone goes wild. You go hoarse from shouting but it’s worth it. 1 - 0 to the Pool!
I - Icing on the cake
2-0! Just before halftime, Robbie Fowler strikes to make it 2. Our God has come to the fore once again on the biggest of occasions. “ROBBBIIIEE FOWWWLLLEEERRRR” is all you can hear belting around the stadium. It’s so loud, the bitters over the park wonder why their own fans are singing the name of one of their rivals while they are behind 1 - 0 to lowly Watford.
J - “JOHHHHNNNNN ARRNEEEE RIIISSSEEE, I WANNNA KNOOWWWWOOOOOO, OOHH OOHH OOHH, HOW YOU SCORED THAT GOAL?” .
K- Ketchup
It’s half time and you are standing there, eating your roll with a beaming smile on your face, taking in the magnificent Anfield atmosphere when suddenly a big lump of ****ing tomato sauce spurts out of your roll and onto your leg. But it’s insignificant, we are 2 - 0 up against UTD, our biggest rivals!
L - lavatory
It’s that time, all that drink you’ve consumed is not going to just evaporate. You begrudgingly get out of your seat and make your way to the jacks where you know you will be waiting tiresomely. You finally get to let it out. Heaven. Now, back to the game.
M - Mesmorising
There’s always one particular bit of every game that stands out for you. Luis Garcia Takes a 40yard pass over his right shoulder and in one foul swoop, rattles the underside of the crossbar. Butterflies in your stomach. The crowd roar ,followed by a sigh of disbelief and an eerie silence.
N- Nerves
Next goal the the winner, you think to yourself. Very pessimistic but they say the third goal at 2 - 0 is the most important as Wayne Rooney bursts through the defence after a cut out cross field pass by Garcia (no surprise there). He accelerates clear. The defence are not going to catch him. Your heart is in your mouth. It’s there, the Granny shagger has scored. It’s nail biting time.
O- Operation Anfield exercise
“What the ****s that all about ?” you ask yourself but soon forget as you’re in a state of ineabriation and panic at the same time from a multitude of different sources.
P- Pretty football.
“KICK THE ****ING THING OUT” shout 42,000 people at Garcia, as he try’s to play keepy uppey in his own penalty area. Your heart skips a beat. 10 minutes to go. You just want it to end.
Q - Questions.
Standing there biting your nails and shouting all sorts. You’ve temporarily lost the plot. You’re in your own world - the world of football. You start to question your sanity, eyes half closed. You can hardly bare to look.
R- Result
This result means everything. Month’s of taking the piss out of your mates, and for the players a temporary superiorty complex over their biggest rivals, which even starts to make them believe that this could be their year. Only a couple of minutes to go.
S - Stoppage time
Adrenaline pumping through your body. Looking around at people fidgeting and biting their nails while a chorus of “You’ll never walk alone” rings out all around you..
T - That’s it! It’s all over!
The roars are deafining, the fans are overwhelmed and over the moon. Sheer ecstasy all round. You let out a scream of satisfaction as you think about the night ahead.
U - Unbelievable feeling
Walking out the gates and down the road amongst all your fellow fans, on top of the world, shouting and singing away to your hearts content. Is there a better feeling?
V- Vocal
The atmosphere at the final whistle plays back in your mind, over and over again and you try to remember another time you've experience it. You can’t, you’ve never experienced anything like it before!
W - Where to go?
It’s celebration time, straight out on the town. "DRINKS ALL ROUND!
X - X-rated.
You can’t remember what happen’s from here on in but it’s probably best left that way.
Y- Year
Best day of the year. If only everyday was like that of a matchday. We can only dream.
ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... is the only sound as the night draws to a close.
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