Are you "Gutted, absolutely sick as a parrot Brian"
?
Me too. But that, I'm afraid, is Cup Football for you.
And this was the archetypal "Game of Two Halves".
One moment you're bowing in front of the Teeve as the lad Stig
sets up *another* goal for God.
The next moment you're doing a lap of honour around your house
chanting "Oh Stanley, Stanley ... Stanley, Stanley
Collymore".
Then you're nursing your hand wondering if you should have
punched the sofa quite so hard after Macca misses two great
chances.
Soon enough your furniture pummelling is vindicated as an
ex-Manc who was the winner of the "worst perm in the
football league" award 3 years running holds off two of our
defenders and scores.
And before you have time to say "Gianfranco Zola has a
ridiculous haircut" he goes and levels the scores !
By this stage our beloved team is all over the place, and more akin to Middlesboro than the Mighty Reds. This is realised by Vialli who danders into the box and shoots home. At this point Roy Evans can be clearly seen not only having kittens, but opening an entire cat shop.
And just when you think it can't get any worse, Chelsea take a
free kick, and the Liverpool defenders do exactly the same thing
as me ...
... stare in horror as Vialli waltzes into the box and heads
home.
Fair play to Chelsea though, they out-played us and
out-thought us.
It'll be a sad day when fans of Liverpool FC can't hold their
hands up and say the better team won on the day.
After all, it is only after one sits through a nightmare like this afternoon that one can properly savour an experience like our 4-3 win against Newcastle.