Just don't fvckin do it.
I was sickened last night. I had to watch thousands of joyous scousers celebrating victory and the prospect of winning the League for the first time in nearly 30 years. While I knew I was supposed to be happy about it - I just couldn't do it.
Only a thumping victory tonight can wash the disgusting taste out of my mouth.
Exactly! Imagine watching Spurs make a massive fúck-up in the last minute to lose a huge game they should have won and not being able to laugh oneself hoarse about it! Normally, I'd have had to change my trousers after such an eventuality, but yesterday all I felt was a vague sense of dread and scouse-based horror.