The possibilities of what we could achieve this Season and beyond is mind boggling, intense and so f**king exciting, that it's not hard to get carried away. I hear ya Billy, the hurt sux and I don't want to feel that again like we did last season coz that f**king gutted me. 1 f**king point...let's beat all these cu*ts and sit well clear come the start of May. I might just get on a flight and come visit ya mate. We will party tofuckingether!!!
I know exactly what you mean mate. And without question, missing out on the League last season hurt. It's another of the "nearly" seasons, which we'll look back on fondly but with a tinge of disappointment - although winning the European Cup more than sweetened the season.
But it's because of those hurt feelings over the years that make it even harder for me not to get excited. I've never seen us win the League and I'm nearing the age of 30 - both of which are scary thoughts. So with every passing year the desire to see us win the League gets greater. As I'm sure it does for everybody else - even those who have seen us win countless League titles. I'm sure they want to experience it with the younger generations - the same way me arl fella does with me and why I wanted us to win the European Cup last season so bad for me nephew. He was crying his heart out after the defeat to Madrid 12 months ago. He's heard countless stories off me and me dad about years gone by that we wanted him to have his stories.
I can't not get excited. I can't not already have the homecoming in me mind. I can't envisage our club f**king up. You know me too well to know that I'll never say Liverpool won't win. I'll always believe in our club. I had f**king murder with a few of the lads in work over the Barcelona game last season, how we were already out before we even got to Anfield. F**k me, this is Liverpool Football Club and Liverpool Football Club do special things.
I am not capable of containing my excitement. And because I know how much the bad times hurt me, I make sure I enjoy every second of the good times. I don't want to think about the possibilities of us f**king up. I don't want to think about the fact that there's still two thirds of the season to go. I don't get embarrassed about saying things that gives people ammunition to laugh at me in however long because it all went tits up. I just look at them and say so f**king what, we're still the greatest club in the world.
We're eight points clear, we're guaranteed to be top of the League going into November, we've got a team full of people who've won trophies with us now, we're progressing through every tournament up to now, this season is one to get excited about. And when it all settles down in May mate (f**k me at this rate we'll have the League won before the start of May) you can fly over here and with a million other like minded people watch our boys parade six trophies around the streets of Liverpool.
And if you see a fat b***ard with bum fluff round his chin cos he can't grow a proper beard but hates shaving pushing an even fatter b***ard in a wheelchair who can't walk but is trying to dance down the Dock Road while both singing their f**king hearts out, come over and say hello because that'll be me and me dad.