The 2009 A to Z of Liverpool F.C.
Aquilani, twenty million pound signing. So far, conspicuous by his absence. Former boss stated he is made of Swarovski crystal. He’s that precious, or is he so breakable. He hasn’t properly started yet to say but am going to wait. I am used to it.
Bragging rights. First goal might have been deflected. The Argentinean though still ran madly the length of the pitch and for a moment he must have forgot about Barcelona. And then the Dutch workhorse added another. The underclass of Merseyside were put in their place and bragging rights in the city for 2009 were secured.
Close, how closer can you get? 86 points, 77 goals, just 2 defeats. It’s excruciating thinking about it.
Debt I buy. I own. I put the cost on you. I riddle the club with my debt. The debt becomes yours. The American/capitalist way of buying a club. It worked with Kellogg’s. Liverpool Football Club might be slightly different. We wait with trepidation.
Easy, the way, Torres makes it all look.
Four goals scored at Old Trafford. Against one. And still he claims they were the better side. Well, as one respected Manc editor once said, ‘Comment is free, but facts are sacred’. It was sweet. It was brilliant. It hurt them like hi-gene on their warts.
Glandular, See for letter ‘d’. It is choking the club, it is worse than glandular fever.
Hurt, a 20th anniversary of the worst day in the story of this club. A reminder of 20 years of hurt.
Ignominious, Hick’s and Gillette’s tenure.
Jig of delight by Mr Michael Owen in front of the Kop that never happened. And 2009 is so much better for it.
Kaleidoscopical, Liverpool’s form at the latter part of the year.
Lumbering, Carra’s form at times. And I hate admitting it.
Mental, the celebrations accompanying the leaving it very late goals. Chelsea, Portsmouth, Fulham.
Nada, at the end of the day, that’s what we’ve all got to show for this year.
Out of the group stages. I never thought it. Rafa used to breeze through it. This time he was just blown out.
Pounding, Gerrard’s heart while waiting for his verdict at Liverpool’s Crown Court.
Quirky, after getting so close, how quirky was the decline?
Rightful, the backing to Rafa by the Kop.
Shankly, 50 years since his arrival and we still think and revere him. There’s no need of a quote, it tells you what you need to know.
Thin, Benayoun’s shape. Benayoun’s legs. They can play though.
Union, The ‘Spirit of Shankly’ grew in stature. New enemies, new attacks, anew solidarity.
Venerable, the 20th service at Anfield commemorating the 96.
Wretched, the state of transfer funds Rafa has worked with in 2009.
Xabi, Departed for 30 million. Rumoured to have fallen out with Rafa. Lower taxes in his homeland might have something to do with it too. Maybe.
Yearning for number 19 continued through the year as always.
Zimmer of hope. Every time I saw Gerrard on the pitch through the year. 500 games and counting, need I say more?
Aquilani, twenty million pound signing. So far, conspicuous by his absence. Former boss stated he is made of Swarovski crystal. He’s that precious, or is he so breakable. He hasn’t properly started yet to say but am going to wait. I am used to it.
Bragging rights. First goal might have been deflected. The Argentinean though still ran madly the length of the pitch and for a moment he must have forgot about Barcelona. And then the Dutch workhorse added another. The underclass of Merseyside were put in their place and bragging rights in the city for 2009 were secured.
Close, how closer can you get? 86 points, 77 goals, just 2 defeats. It’s excruciating thinking about it.
Debt I buy. I own. I put the cost on you. I riddle the club with my debt. The debt becomes yours. The American/capitalist way of buying a club. It worked with Kellogg’s. Liverpool Football Club might be slightly different. We wait with trepidation.
Easy, the way, Torres makes it all look.
Four goals scored at Old Trafford. Against one. And still he claims they were the better side. Well, as one respected Manc editor once said, ‘Comment is free, but facts are sacred’. It was sweet. It was brilliant. It hurt them like hi-gene on their warts.
Glandular, See for letter ‘d’. It is choking the club, it is worse than glandular fever.
Hurt, a 20th anniversary of the worst day in the story of this club. A reminder of 20 years of hurt.
Ignominious, Hick’s and Gillette’s tenure.
Jig of delight by Mr Michael Owen in front of the Kop that never happened. And 2009 is so much better for it.
Kaleidoscopical, Liverpool’s form at the latter part of the year.
Lumbering, Carra’s form at times. And I hate admitting it.
Mental, the celebrations accompanying the leaving it very late goals. Chelsea, Portsmouth, Fulham.
Nada, at the end of the day, that’s what we’ve all got to show for this year.
Out of the group stages. I never thought it. Rafa used to breeze through it. This time he was just blown out.
Pounding, Gerrard’s heart while waiting for his verdict at Liverpool’s Crown Court.
Quirky, after getting so close, how quirky was the decline?
Rightful, the backing to Rafa by the Kop.
Shankly, 50 years since his arrival and we still think and revere him. There’s no need of a quote, it tells you what you need to know.
Thin, Benayoun’s shape. Benayoun’s legs. They can play though.
Union, The ‘Spirit of Shankly’ grew in stature. New enemies, new attacks, anew solidarity.
Venerable, the 20th service at Anfield commemorating the 96.
Wretched, the state of transfer funds Rafa has worked with in 2009.
Xabi, Departed for 30 million. Rumoured to have fallen out with Rafa. Lower taxes in his homeland might have something to do with it too. Maybe.
Yearning for number 19 continued through the year as always.
Zimmer of hope. Every time I saw Gerrard on the pitch through the year. 500 games and counting, need I say more?
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