nervous as a chicken basted in bbq sauce in a tiger’s cage full of hungry tigers who like chicken
That’s me right now.
It’s not the winning really (well it is) but the fact that I really really couldn’t stand it if they beat us. It’s the boasting by Jose, the gloating by Drogba, the eating bleating of Lampard… The press pointing out gleefully our and Rafa’s failings…
No, I’m nervous today because as Kevin once said, I’d love it if we beat them.
But more importantly we can and should now. We have a team confident that we can. We are playing at ours, and that makes them nervous, and most importantly of all, we know we can beat them. They’re not untouchables. They’re not footballing gods, they’re a team of good, committed footballers.
But so are we. We are Liverpool. Walk on. And run off proud, smiling, cheering and victorious.
Luckily I live in a Chelsea-fan freezone, a blessing these days and wouldn’t have to endure the taunts of those who claim to have followed the blues since before the Shed was but a pre-pack in B&Q, but even so, I couldn’t bear it to lose to them. Not today. Not ever.
So, like watching Dr Who as a kid, I’ll be watching through nervous fingers. But knowing we can beat them fair and square.
August 19th, 2007 at 10:02 pm
I take all that back.
It was a ridiculous refereeing decision that stopped us winning a vital match. They looked good but not as good, we nullified their threat to a large degree and if our lads learn to put away their chances, who cares if they get a lucky penalty.
However, we didn’t lose but I’m still gutted…