SalfordRed1960
Full Member
The thing is its mutual."This fixture always brings all the hatred, latent and extant, in my whole person to the surface. I am insufferable to be near for hours before and hours after, regardless of the result (one could argue that I am insufferable full stop, but that is neither here nor there) - frothing in anger, frothing with joy. A rabid mongoose. Hate these c*nting squirrel shaggers. Really, really hate everything that makes them what they are. The fecking reanimated corpse of Simply Red and his c*nting master there, old Hard Shoulder Shitting Whiskey Beaked Voldemort, the c*nt. Just feck off. Can't be bothered with predictions or lineups or hopes and dreams. Have already started to melt. The funk we find ourselves in is outside the scope of this match for me - this is separate, different. This is for our sanity, our mental and emotional health. More than tribal, this one is visceral. feck off you devils, evil c*nts.
Just feck.
Right.
Off."
This is where even the brother-in-law gets it full on. Usually banter throughout the season, though very close to the mark, when the Scouse game comes on there is definite frothing at the mouth by both of us. We have only managed to watch the game together once, the whole family had to keep us apart. Every decision, every meaty challenge, every insulting chant just got the adrenalin going.
Ever since Slippy G did his bit for humanity and our sanity, I just can't help but send my brother-in-law the gifs, the youtube's, or anything that just reminds him of the hurt he felt and total joy I felt. I know if they get even a point today I will get it big time, this really is his cup-final and I wouldn't have it any other way.