Can you taste that? That sweet taste that tastes of victory. First serving was over the Mancs. But the real sweetness comes with the second course of our 2-0 over that small team across the park.

For a team that hates red more than most, Everton love collecting cards of that colour. Sure we do too, but if there was ever an arse that deserved a red card, it would be Tim Cahill. His tackle may not have been that bad, but his attitude after was, blatantly ignoring the dignified and noble Mr Riley (ok, that’s pushing it a bit far) but when have any of us been able to ignore anything that ref does?

Well big brave Tim, the nightclubber chancer, did, and tried to pretend he was an innocent party. Well Tim, fuck off you bitter sad blue twat.

Meanwhile the best thing to do to Fernando is obviously wind him up from the crowd, because his riposte was just perfect. Two sweet goals reminding all decent people why there is one team in Liverpool and one set of scrubbers chasing the dream.

Ah…. sorry but its rare we can enjoy two results over old enemies in close succession and to beat Everton at their hovel is more the sweeter for the trouble it must cause their fans.

My match report would read:

“Everton 0 - Liverpool 2

Chortle Torres twice, fuck you Cahill, chortle wheeze.”

Happy days. Who’s next for a tanking then?

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