Gerrards injured. What a miserable addition to a miserable weekend. Shit I'm so depressed. Sometimes I think Liverpool FC only exists to torment my heart. The drubbings I got over the loss this last weekend didn't help much. Shit, what kind of team do these people think we are? What sort of a squad could go from a Cup Final, to a Champions League match, to a local derby, to two international games, to a match with Bolton (the most physical team on the planet since Wimbledon circa 1988), to 90 minutes against one of the best teams in the word, to beat Man City? Even with all our players fit and ready it would be a hard task, and it's made infinitely more difficult with the loss of about seven key first team figures.

Outside of the world of Football, an Author is coming to our class next week. I can't wait to tell him how shit his book was to his face. I wrote a review on it, which I'd post here. Except no one reads reviews on Deviant Art. So I won't bother.

SAVE CHIP! Seriously, get a new fucking joke Soccer AM. Shit.

Back to the whole Steven Gerrard injured thing, I was wondering what sort of line up we could put out in his absense:
Nunez - Biscan - Welsh - Riise.


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Sweet Mother of Jesus.