'I love the smell of Naplam in the morning' ..... Bob Duval SERIOUSLY needs to come away with the Reds. 'Nam had NOTTIN' on our pyro .....
Mad, mad day. Glorious sunshine. Stoke fans telling you this would be a cake walk as they've been on their holidays for the past 4 or 5 games. (Which never quite rolls like that when a major player is in town.). Then Liverpool turned up. An absolutely abysmal L'pool first half. No shape. No fight. Individually or collectively. Passive. No idea. Not helped by Klopp continuing his utterly bizarre ******* around with things that started when he brought Matip on against Bournemouth. WTF that formation/ selection was all about only he can tell you? And I'm not sure I'd believe him outside of 'yeah. I ****** up. That was utter ***** lads. Soz. Won't mess around with what we do again like.' The only two that came out with remotely any credit where Trent and Ben. (Who got a REAL education of what top flight footie is all about against ***** like Stoke who kicked him back and blue.). Just HOW we went in only 1 down and not completely dead and buried was down entirely to Stoke City being the very definition of mediocre *****. Somehow we escaped to go in only 1 down. With an away end as narked and fuming as it's been in a LONG time!
And then the second half happened.
The two young lads (harshly) withdrawn and the two Brazilian magicians introduced. The tempo was up. The attacking wing backs suddenly in full flow with the abysmal first half Clyne, now back to his natural right side, and Milner back in midfield for the first time this season for some ****** up reason, back on the left; suddenly transformed to both having brilliant second halfs out wide. Stoke were completely dominated and L'pool ultimately fully deserving to win a game they should never have been in at H/T. Pace. Passing and moving. Where the **** was this the first period? And then those goals ..... No sooner had the smoke began to clear on I counted 5 different pyro drops Phil's leveller, than out of the red mist screams his bezzie, putting his foot through it and scoring an absolute Worldie in front of the now delirious travelling support with his shirt sent flying through the air in the ensuing madness. And then to top the craziness, up pops Big Si channelling his inner Clemence with his second top draw save the match to preserve a massive, MASSIVE 3 points after keeping us in it at 1-0.
The proverbial game of two halfs. A tub-thumping, second half one in the blazing sun and red mist.
Special nod too to Daniel Sturridge. As soon as he came on, Stoke's yard dogs immediately dropped back 10 yards. Such is the threat he carries in those feet. If only the frustrating ****** could stay fit. GREAT cameo Danny lad. GREAT part in the equaliser. Divock. ******* learn from this man whilst he's still here. He's the standard-bearer you need to become in the box.
Kloppo's mad, arm twirling, chest thumping, vein popping celebration in front of us the final whistle was the perfect end. All it lacked was his shirt flying through the air like his little bobby dazzler.
From wanting to kill most all the lazy _____ at half time. To being so, SO proud of them all the second half turnaround and those SO BIG 3 points. Bouncing train home and town done. Not a bad day all in all.
Funny arl game this togger.
Up the Pyro Pumping Reds!
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