The usual post Mickey Thomas Liverpool display, underachievers blowing it all away bcuz ...the days of yore no more are here, I'm afraid, David mon ames (in the non-real couldn't really give a toss about you, FB Twitty way) and furthermore, treason tho it is in certain middle-class soccer circles whose protags are soo, mmmm, consumed by an 'idea' of connecting to scumbags ...sorry, the 'old' working class, one simply doesn't care enough anymore about the team I grew up with as the constant reasssuring presence, when all around society was slipping, double dipping, winters of discontenting and the aul Scouse hymn, we didn't walk alone, until the start of the Prem 'n our ship sunk to third, fourth, fifth, six, seventh and more, till one day in Turkey when briefly returned in a game that will not be topped in our lifetimes, perhaps, old chum, the friendly silent force and poetic source, Segais stand-in, thumbs up waver, Dublin red, in tooth and pawing thro the darkness in the imbas forosnai, at the seventh grade, speaking a Holy song, you'll never talk alone ...
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The usual post Mickey Thomas Liverpool display, underachievers blowing it all away bcuz ...the days of yore no more are here, I'm afraid, David mon ames (in the non-real couldn't really give a toss about you, FB Twitty way) and furthermore, treason tho it is in certain middle-class soccer circles whose protags are soo, mmmm, consumed by an 'idea' of connecting to scumbags ...sorry, the 'old' working class, one simply doesn't care enough anymore about the team I grew up with as the constant reasssuring presence, when all around society was slipping, double dipping, winters of discontenting and the aul Scouse hymn, we didn't walk alone, until the start of the Prem 'n our ship sunk to third, fourth, fifth, six, seventh and more, till one day in Turkey when briefly returned in a game that will not be topped in our lifetimes, perhaps, old chum, the friendly silent force and poetic source, Segais stand-in, thumbs up waver, Dublin red, in tooth and pawing thro the darkness in the imbas forosnai, at the seventh grade, speaking a Holy song, you'll never talk alone ...
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