*Sings
'One Kiss is all it takes, Fallin in Love with Me, Possibilities ..... ' Just as you think the mad, pre-final rave in the ground in Kyiv 4 years back wouldn't be emulated, Wembley did their research and realised
NO Reds Final is now complete without a Dua Lipa mini-rave in the stands!
Today's/ Yesterday's Admin-
Current Unbeaten Run All Comps-
13 Games: W 10 D 3 F 31 A 6 CS: 8.
A record
NINTH Football League Cup won. From a record
THIRTEENTH final.
And with that, we now move 4 clear in total major trophies won by an English club from, with absolutely no disrespect intended to any other club, and as much as many Reds won't like reading this on them, the only other
PROPER Super Club in this Country that
really matter, Manchester United.
Total Major Trophies Won in English Football History-
Liverpool -49.
Manchester United-45.
Although to be fair to United, if you include Charity/ Community Shields (And I'll
NEVER understand why many folks don't as you invariably have to win one of the majors (PL or FA Cup), to even have the chance to contest the season curtain-raiser), then they would lead the all-time list 66- 64. NO other English club comes close to the two North-West behemoths.
Try telling us again the League Cup doesn't matter after ending a LONG 10-year wait for another one.
Try telling us again the League Cup doesn't matter when you look at the absolute, childlike exuberance of multi-millionaires who have it all. Celebrating like they'd won the PL, CL and WC combined! Another absolutely superb day out with our absolutely superb football team doing what we do best. Proving people wrong and making memories that last a lifetime.
As much as that absolute buffoon Attwell tried to ruin the game with his base incompetence, and as much as Tommy Tucker had his side tried every last spoiling trick in the book to slow and disrupt the game, the mighty Reds came out on top to complete the first quarter of the quadruple that's now an absolute Red juggernaut charging down the silverware highway toward.
But what made it as much as anything for me yesterday was seeing the complete range in emotions of a great mate's young 10-year-old son at his first-ever final. Who went from tears at Matip's goal being madly ruled out, through the full gambit of emotions the peno shoot-out. To absolute, unbridled ecstasy after that arrogant ____ Kepa did a Geoff Thomas on the crucial last penalty. And in so doing helped myself through 22 LONG penalty's. As has been documented on here many times previously, I don't watch penalties. I always turn my back and gauge the reaction from whoever is directly behind me. A superstition that started when I was little older than that young man's tender age, at my first European Cup Final in Rome in '84 when I was too terrified to watch. And that was brought crashing back yesterday when I picked him up to stand him on his seat (he was, bless him, literally shaking in anticipated fear at the prospect of losing. With his dad in bits for him in his seat), and we came to a quick agreement that we needed to believe and cross everything together as the final still wasn't lost. So, picking him up to stand on his seat, the wobbling lip was replaced with a collective holding of crossed hands, with him talking me through the penalties, as I encouraged him with each player stepping up that they'd score and the Redmen had this. Celebrating and commiserating with each kick. To him then calling that Quive would score and win it as he was
'a striker before he became a goalie yanno', and the best collective hug I've
EVER had at a game when the shaking fear of defeat in his first final was replaced by the biggest smile of joy only kids can bring at the win.
Soz to bore folk with that, but that's totally what this game is all about and what makes it so endearing from one generation to the next. And it totally topped off a perfect day out with Jürgens Red Army watching the greatest team in the World make yet more priceless memories. Reminding me just what I was like as a kid and just HOW the Reds, and them winning, was
ALL that mattered in my young life at the time.
Can't beat your first mate. And as you've been fortunate to be born a Red, it most certainly won't be your last.
Man, we're F ace at this football lark, aren't we?
One down. Three to go!
This quadruple charge might well be the death of me!
Up the
MIGHTY Reds!
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> support. But that's exactly what we've come to expect from those cretins over the years.). They made that a real scrap. Without playing that well themselves. We weren't on it at all. And rode our luck there big time. But ALL that matters in a title race is the W. And these magnificent Reds are doing that more consistently than anyone on this charge. 7 straight and counting now in the league. They just find a way to dog it out and get the 3 points.
