After being dejected last night and cursing everyone from BR to the defense and even swearing that I'm not supporting LFC anymore, this happens. My wife wakes up and thinks its hilarious that some clown DJ on the radio went on about how down all LFC supporters are.
The DJs advice was that the wife's of us the supporters be creative and take our minds off the game. Not that I was in the mood for anything after that bloody game. To say the least my wife didn't do jack just teased me on her way to work FFs! The life of a Liverpool supporter hey!