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Random thoughts that I need to rant about, that fit nowhere else.

Merchandise and buying

Right, heard this loads of fucking times and it’s insulting to me frankly.

“Without wools/daytrippers, Liverpool couldn’t survive. They would be a mid table team”
“We need people to go to Liverworld and max their credit cards out”

Before I go into this, I should say that some people now have found this little Eden of a site I created to voice my true thought and they keep saying ‘he’s probably not from Liverpool, probably never goes the games’ like this would dismiss my arguments and boss points I make. The thing they fail to see is that they are then saying a wool or daytrippers opinions are worthless and not really to be listened to. This is the point of logic they operate from the stupid moofs, as I’m saying exactly the same fucking argument.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand (giant foam hand surely). If these beauts think that a few bits of crap made in Taiwan with a Liverbird on the side of a pencil kept us in contention they need a good public dressing down in L4 0TH. Fact is, it never. Let me point out some arguments, our money has always came from success. Our merchandise got off to a slow start and yet we still finished second under Evans just after the standing Kop was demolished. We were then still able to compete as one of the top 5 clubs in England, trying to repair a lot of mess that Souness left behind.

We spent no money really under Evans, so the prize money was building up, and was saved – must be a good £15 million at least we earned per season just in the league, then we have the league cup win, FA Cup runs and UEFA Cup runs and even the CWC run we had before it was abolished/merged by UEFA.

Then when Houllier came in he was just given a stockpile of money to buy us back to the top; he failed. So yeah, I’ll say replica shirts and maybe the stores contribute a bit but don’t fool yourself into thinking without you the club would sink. It’s only since old Tom and George came to my city with their wads of cash that we can truly compete, both off the pitch and on it. Regardless of your ‘contribution’ we still floundered behind the top teams or over the last season has your spending suddenly shot up with Robbie Fowler commemorative plates and Istanbul DVD’s. Nobs.

As for being a mid table team you can fuck right off and use your heretic lips to kiss my hairy brush of an arse. Even when the team wasn’t doing well like in the late 50’s before the great man (god rest his honourary scouse soul) arrived, we had massive attendances, made up of scouse and Irish immigrants. Practically all scousers have Irish in their ancestory now anyway, but the nouveau Irish, who all spout that they love their country, Ireland is the best thing ever and they’re all patriotic make me want to commit acts of arson upon Widnes. If your country is so fucking great and you all love each other, stop invading England via the main route of Liverpool. You love the football as much as a day out in Croke Park in your ‘funny’ St. Patrick hats. We don’t want you. Stick to rugby you meffs. No room for sports tourists here lads.

So next time you think that you’re contributing to the club by buying a £32 shirt from JJB Sports or a pencil set with a liverbird on, think about the lads to go to every home game, who actually use their credit cards for tickets, don’t buy tat but go the Hillsborough memorial service and just donate what they can afford. Good honest lad, who see their club being taken from them by the cash flashing tourists to treat Anfield like Alton Towers souvenir shops. Is it any fucking wonder you treat things like RTK and KFS like the Boston Tea Party?

Tosspots.

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