Now - I realise that I have alienated many of you on here by voicing my views so vociferously. But you have to understand that I really don't care if I've hurt your feelings, made you cry, made you laugh, or made no impression on you whatsoever. I am not here to earn Brownie points, win popularity contests, or see how many a*ses I can lick.
I am here because I support Liverpool Football Club. That's it. No other reason.
The thing that gets me, though, is that whilst I consider "supporting" the club to mean "Supporting the club and those who represent it", many of you seem to be under this incredulous illusion that you can snipe, back-stab, undermine, insult, ridicule and hate, yet still be classed as a supporter. You can't, and the enduring argument to the contrary absolutely boggles the mind.
"We've earned the right to voice our opinions" - yes, you have. But you are not a supporter if you do not support - it's as plain as your IQ report.
Those of a knuckle-dragging persuasion will still try and argue that they "support" Liverpool FC, not it's employees. ("Because the club was here first and will be here long after".)
This, too, boggles the mind.
What do you think the club is? Some floating f*cking entity? Is it some massless being, which simply exists?
Or is it Anfield? Because if it is, we're f*cked when we move.
Or s it a set of traditions? The same traditions a whole host of you are vomiting all over as we speak?
Or is it a mindset? A mindset you're ignoring for want of personal victory?
Or is it the boardroom? The boardroom you happily slate at every turn?
Or could it be history? The history you are colouring to suit your own agendas? The history that had it's bleak moments, it's trophy-droughts, and it's failures in the league? (Or did we win the league every season back then? Because, by my reckoning, from 1963 to 1990, we'd have racked up 27 league titles, as opposed to the 13 we DID manage. (Don't keel over, but do you realise that this means that during our glory years, we actually failed to win the title 14 times!


Now I don't expect a bunch of meandering imbeciles to listen to me. (Afterall - all I do is swear and insult, apparently.) But what I do expect is for people to now nail their colours to the mast:
You are either a supporter, or a detractor. A hero, or a coward. A lion, or a worm.
You cannot have it both ways, see? You either love the club, and pledge to fight tooth-and-nail to ensure we get through this sh*t spell together, or you actually care more about your own desire to be proven right than of this famous and much-loved institution.
"United we stand, divided we fall."
Who is going to stand up and be counted in the face of all this cr*p? Who is going to uphold the traditions of this club, link arms with their fellow fans, and show the World that we are Liverpool Football Club, and we can beat any c*nt who comes knocking?
Who is going to rally round in Rafa's hour of need, and stave off the circling Vultures that are Heimdall, The Rock, et al?
Who's going to show these detractors what the real Liverpool way is? Who's going to grow a set of balls and refuse to yield to the sly little b*stards?
And who's going to stand in our way?
Let your place be known. You're either a fighter with heart, passion, determination and belief, or you're a wriggling little parasite who has no right to be called a Liverpool fan.