When was the last time you went into a Liverpool match with such absolute certainty that we're going to lose?
Sometimes there's the odd glimmer of hope, the tiny bit inside you that if X, Y, Z go our way we could nick it, or a bit of false hope really. There's completely fuck all this time though. We're going to get dicked and nothing has ever been as certain.
Yep. Really depressing. It's a pretty bad indictment of the manager as well. He really needs to sort us out quickly.