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Losing It

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Whaddapie said:
And, though it will not devastate me like '89 did, it will be bloody awful to get this close and experience this euphoria only to miss out, four games from the title....
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This will devastate me worse than 89 because I was only a youngling, and we were spoiled for league and cup victories. It was easy. And of course, true to form, we won the league next year.

We've waited ever since then and NEVER been so close. Which is crazy. We deserve it, and it will mean so much more to the club and supporters now than another trophy to throw on the pile, as it was then.
 
Watching man City I started to automatically pick up the kids toys from the floor as I watched. We scored the first. I stopped mid motion as I went to pick a small action man from the rug, the only toy left.

Needless to say I left it there. I stayed nervous & pacing throughout.

We went two behind & after a bit I happened to glance down, no little man on the rug. Dived to my knees, found him under the couch where I'd obviously kicked him. Checked my memory as to where he placed on the rug & face up or down & carefully put him in the right place.

We equalised seconds later.

Needless to say he's now safely stashed away to be replaced on the rug in that place again on Sunday before I go to the pub (kids are out so it will stay there thankfully).

My centre speaker was knocked to one side on an angle prior to the Spurs match first goal staying in so that is moved into place before each game now also.

I tell myself if I'm extra extra specially good & patient with the kids all the time then the universe will reward me with the league title. They're getting away with all sorts cos I'm not shouting at them.

There's tonnes of other examples but I'm coming across as neurotic already.
 
What I'm doing is getting Old Faithful involved at every opportunity. It's working too.😎

As for how I'm feeling: I'm loving every second. Loving it. No, make that LOVING IT. It's been too long since the last time, of course, but that ultimately makes this all the sweeter. And if we were to miss out this season I'd be majorly naffed off, but *not* destroyed - no sir. This great club is on its way back to the big time and I am going to enjoy the ride, every step of the way.
 
FoxForceFive said:
Watching man City I started to automatically pick up the kids toys from the floor as I watched. We scored the first. I stopped mid motion as I went to pick a small action man from the rug, the only toy left.

Needless to say I left it there. I stayed nervous & pacing throughout.

We went two behind & after a bit I happened to glance down, no little man on the rug. Dived to my knees, found him under the couch where I'd obviously kicked him. Checked my memory as to where he placed on the rug & face up or down & carefully put him in the right place.

We equalised seconds later.

Needless to say he's now safely stashed away to be replaced on the rug in that place again on Sunday before I go to the pub (kids are out so it will stay there thankfully).

My centre speaker was knocked to one side on an angle prior to the Spurs match first goal staying in so that is moved into place before each game now also.

I tell myself if I'm extra extra specially good & patient with the kids all the time then the universe will reward me with the league title. They're getting away with all sorts cos I'm not shouting at them.

There's tonnes of other examples but I'm coming across as neurotic already.
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Jesus, mate... That's brilliant stuff! 🙂
 
I'm at peace. Winning it this season would the most fucking amazing feeling ever. I think if we miss out I will be gutted (mostly for Stevie) but still thrilled with the season we have had. I really have loved every bit of it and any late slip ups won't change that for me.

The only thing that could come close to ruining me is losing it to Chelsea at Anfield and seeing those cunts celebrate in our house.

Still, we're going to win it by 6 points, so I am calm.
 
I'm playing it like the team.

I believe in us but one game at a time.

I still have a sore throat from singing at the City game and I'll look forward to the same at the next home game but only after Norwich.
 
gene hughes said:
If Webb had given that late stonewall pen we deserved at Stamford Bridge, then we could lose to Chelsea next weekend and still be champions by winning the other three.

Sleep well lads.
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How does the fact that a referee could easily decide the title help me sleep well?
 
I watched the City game late Sunday afternoon having recorded it on Sky Sports (ordered for one month just for this game) as my son had a football match on.

So the game is already over by about 90 mins by the time I sit down to watch it.

And yet I ended up burnt to a crisp.

I had the front room curtains closed to watch the game until my daughter suddenly opened them slightly in the middle - meaning a shaft of full-on sunlight was burning straight in my face - and Sterling scored. My wife closed them again but I started to wonder if there was some cosmic link between blazing sunshine on my face (meaning I could hardly see the telly) and Liverpool's destiny. So I opened them again in the middle - sunlight direct on my face again - and Skrtel scored.

I spent the rest of the first half positioning myself directly in line with this burning sunlight through the gap in the curtains (that I screamed at the kids not to touch).

Second half and I've started to get complacent. Face sweating, hardly able to see the tv I relented and let the wife close the curtains over - BAM, City score. I'm distraught but focus on getting another cold beer (wondering if the fact I let my last one run out contributed to the goal). BAM again, own goal, 2-2 (it's not the beer, it's the FUCKING CURTAIN).

I spent the rest of the game sat directly in sunlight shining on my face through the carefully reconstructed gap in the curtain. When Coutinho scored I made sure I didn't move out of the glare of the shaft of light in my convulsive celebrations. When my 7 year old boy walked across the shaft of light (I'd screamed at him not to walk that side of me) I sent him out of the room with a wild look and foaming mouth.

And we won. We fucking won. 3 hours after the game had already finished. I sat there spent, forehead burnt to fuck, exhausted but safe in the knowledge that I had done my bit.
 
dmishra said:
It's necessary for me to have on some sort of red clothing on matchdays. I've done this for about 10 years now - t-shirt, trousers, underwear, socks - something has to be red!

When watching on the telly, I have a ritual that I do everytime a corner or threatening free kick is given against us - I have to switch to the preceding channel and then return, twice in quick succession. Every time I fail to do this, I fucking kid you not, we concede!
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Wait, wait, we haven't won the league in that 10 years and still continued to do it? Cut it the fuck out.
 
I usually watch the first half of our weekend games from bed, take a shower at halftime, then proceed to watch the second half.

I live my life like there's no tomorrow.
 
Whirly said:
I usually watch the first half of our weekend games from bed, take a shower at halftime, then proceed to watch the second half.

I live my life like there's no tomorrow.
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You forgot to mention how you then slap on some gray clothes in an attempt to precipitate SAD in your friends and family on sunny days.
 
Farkmaster said:
Those of you who are confident we're going to win the league, it's just a front really, right? Your little coping mechanism. You are trying to convince yourself as much as us? You can't possibly be feeling serene at this moment.

I'm absolutely losing it. I'm checking the league table to assure myself we really are where we are, as though there's additional information to be gleaned by it, I'm studying it like its numerology in the torah, rather than the most basic adding of 0 1 and 3.

I'm making dumb superstitious bargains with the universe. Yesterday I told myself that if noone passed me on my bike ride that we'd clearly win. I'm 32 and I peddled as if the police were making me because some asshole with some carbon fiber space age bullshit started closing in on me, as he sensed I was racing him.

It's not just about me either. I want so very badly for Liverpool to win again for my dad. I think it will be as close to actualization as a moody retired scientist could achieve. He went from the sublime journey of Liverpool being nothing much to being the very best in the world, and he's never lost faith that it'd happen again, but to be honest, I had. And yes, its about me. I thought 4th place would be a fantastic season, but I won't feel that way now, the summer would be like one of those long saturdays after we lose where I'm an absolute misery and my selfish wife resorts to victim blaming, like I'm supposed to not ruin the weekend for her after losing to some shit club as Hodgson fingers his jowls.

I'm not enjoying the games, I'm having to force myself not to think about it before going to sleep, otherwise I won't be able to.

Football matters again. It's either wonderful or its hell, and there isn't any margin anymore. It'll all be worth it, or it will be devastating. This is what we wanted, strangely enough.

How are you magically helping us win?
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I've felt like we were going to win it after we beat Spurs 5-0, then I thought nope f*ck this shit after the two defeats in 4 days.

But I've thought we were going to win it from 17 games out.

I'm enjoying every minute of this and love it. This is where we belong.
 
I'm spending my life not thinking about how great we are. It's too much to handle.There was a period of 8 minutes in the first half of the City game where every player did everything perfectly and I had to pinch myself. Brendan Rodgers was supposed to steadily progress us into the Champions over a period of 5 years, getting closer each season and thus giving me time to emotionally and mentally readjust to the demands of being boss. I'm not ready - none of us are, and Rodgers is solely responsible.
 
Great thread, Fark and great opening post.

I wouldn't say I've been certain but I've been pretty confident we were going to win the league since late February. I cant' quite explain it but the same certainty I had in '05 has consumed me over the last couple of months.

Once Stevie hit it against Olympiakos I was convinced we'd win it. Things had come together for us to get to that point. Everything conspired against Rivaldo in that match where, normally, he'd have beaten us. After that it just seemed to be written in the stars.

The 3-0 at half time had me deeply confused but when Smicer scored I knew it had just been someone playing with me. The penalty after that - never in doubt. Stevie's wonder man, game dominant performance at right back!!!! - to be expected. Dudek's impossible double save against the best striker in world football at the time - par for the course.

I've felt a similar feeling this year. It hasn't stopped me getting nervous which I think is one of the all time great cosmic jokes. Like knowing the result and still getting nervous about it when watching the match. I remember my father watching Scotland in the '82 world cup. We already knew that the match was a 1-1 draw and we saw both goals in the first half. Then, five minutes before the end of the game the Scots created an amazing chance, lovely cushioned header back to McLeish to volley in from 7 yards. My father was out of his seat in excitement - "here it is" he said with feverish anticipation.

Needless to say the ball did not find the back of the net and I couldn't understand my father at the time. What was he thinking - the result was somehow changed after the game finished?

Now it all makes perfect sense.
 
Farkmaster said:
See I see it the other way, and perhaps that's just my enduring pessimism. I think if we don't win this year, I don't think we're more likely to do it next year.

I hope you look like gandalf in 2015.
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I think we could go unbeaten next season.
I think the team is just getting better and better.
 
Confident of a top 3 place since beginning of the season, confident of a title push, since Fulham. Confident of winning it? I'd be lying if I were to say that I am 100% we will, but I'd say I've been hovering on a 90% belief since the Sunderland result.
 
Dreambeliever said:
I think we could go unbeaten next season.
I think the team is just getting better and better.
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At home, I'd agree, it has become fortress Anfield again. There's little hope in this league though, that no matter how good, a team could go the whole season unbeaten.
 
Fallon said:
At home, I'd agree, it has become fortress Anfield again. There's little hope in this league though, that no matter how good, a team could go the whole season unbeaten.
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It's not an easy ask, but if someone said we could make the improvements from last season to this most would have laughed.
Next season will be all about consistency, we are already the best side in the land.

As it is the only game I thought we deserved to lose and didn't look likely winners at all was the Chelsea game.
 
I was thinking more along the lines of it being unusual to go a whole season without luck, and/or officials, not playing a part in a negative outcome.
 
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