We're going to get relegated now.
We ALWAYS get relegated when we do rather well in the League Cup.
And here's the even worse bit - my confession.
I was given a ticket - and I didn't use it.
Yes, for a host of reasons that seemed really good at the time - not least of which: "Why would I want to spend most of my day and plenty of my night, on a coach with a load of drunken men just to see us thumped 8-0?" I missed the biggest night for my club ever. Instead of being at Anfield I was stuck at home listening to the local radio commentators going crazy. By which I meant that the radio commentators were going crazy - but then again - I of course was going crazy too.
I am such an idiot.
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