I very rarely write match previews or reactions. Or to be more specific, my versions of these, neither of which preview much of anything nor include much of a reaction, and rather ends up in a lengthy rant, positive or negative. I hate playing Liverpool. I’ve only ever written one thing ahead of a playing Liverpool, and that even included a United version of The Lord’s Prayer, which if I say so myself was pretty damn brilliant (it was in fact ludicrously poor, and looking back at it makes me cringe rather a lot. Especially after the result). Unfortunately we lost. And it hurt. So I felt rather inclined to ignore Liverpool games both pre and at times post matches from then on.
So I guess this is the time of the season that may be referred to as “squeaky bum time” eh? Only in my case it’s more, spend a majority of most matches either breathing into a paper bag or get through a 20pack of cigarettes (obviously not when at Old Trafford). I love the fact that I still feel like a kid about football.
Every match that I go to or watch on the TV, I’m like a kid at Christmas, watching your team play, it just doesn’t get any better than that. At least that’s how I feel before kick off, once the whistle signals the start I feel more like the old drunk who works as Santa at Christmas and scares the kids because he keeps getting the shakes if he doesn’t have a sip of his special coffee every so often. I’m feeling really fucking nervous about the Arsenal match; I’ve got to admit as much. A lot is going to depend on those ninety minutes (please just ninety minutes, last thing we need is a bloody replay at the Library version 2.0). We need to win, not just to go through in the cup but to knock Wenger’s boys confidence even further, and not to mention get our confidence back after the last two matches of “football”. I don’t make football predictions, as I’ve mentioned before, however the one thing I will predict is that if we lose this match that could have a worse effect on our title hopes than losing to the dippers and the rent boys.
Anyhow, I’m not going to do an in-depth preview here, to be perfectly honest I’m nervous enough about our injuries without writing about them and starting to think about them in the middle of the fucking night when really I should be getting my beauty sleep. Instead I’m going to leave you with the below happy memory of Giggsy’s goal against Arsenal in the semis in ’99.
He gave Giggsy the ball
And Arsenal won FUCK ALL
Come on reeeds