I had a dream yesterday that Liverpool beat Everton 2-1, Cahill scored first, then in the 2nd half Fowler scored first and Garcia scored the winner. After Cahill scored first, I thought that we might actually win 2-1 (I was living in hope) but of course Liverpool messed things up and actually lost 3-0. It just shows that dreams mean fuck all.......
Summary of the match; Rafa picked the wrong starting 11 (why no Bellamy/Gonzalez/Pennant? Carra didn't look fit), we played badly and gifted Everton 2 goals and finally Reina had a total moment of madness and gave then their 3rd goal. Amongst all this, Liverpool should of had 2 penalties.
I was (surprisingly) handling the defeat quite well, that was until I saw a group of Evertonians walking in the middle of the road singing. I know that if I'd been driving I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to put my foot down and aim for them. It does prove though, how glory starved Evertonians are if they are willing to risk their lives over a 3-0 win; it's not like they'd won the Champions League or The FA cup or anything ;)
What is he doing?????? Grabbing Johnson after he's scored is not going to change anything.
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