The stench of desperation wafting from the changing rooms at Old Trafford, two days before Manchester United hosts arch-rival Liverpool, is so strong that I can smell it from my house in Dallas, 4,600 miles away from Old Trafford.
Fuck the fucking fuckers. For the more than two decades, Liverpool fans tried to comfort themselves with fading memories of past glory, while United fans cavorted in the sun. During most of those two decades, when this fixture approached, LFC supporters could only hang onto the schadenfreudic hope that our club could spoil United’s current run toward another title. And, …
Have I mentioned that I hate them? Narratives always abound when these two meet, and this time is no different. Some of those narratives are complete bullshit, but they are still narratives being told and discussed. Among them: Cristiano Ronaldo v. Mohamed Salah Ole Gunnar Solskjaer under pressure. Naby Keïta’s time at LFC is (almost) up. LFC have had the …
I miss the excitement of the 2018-19 season, when, beginning with Game 1, and all the way through, every single match for both LFC and City seemed critical to the title race. I anticipate a similar race this season, although I do believe that both Chelsea and Man United are also likely to be in the title discussion for most …