Fuck my life.

Great, now we get to focus on the league!

*bang*

Oh God yes.

You played shite tonight.

You were all over the place. You had no coherency. You played like a League One side.

But you all had heart. You all gave everything you had. Even when you didn't link up on the field, you did your damndest to get those three points. Somehow, you pulled it together.

Except for one of you.

Steven Gerrard, for shame.

For shame.

Your preformance tonight was mediocre. You were a non-person the whole game. Steve Finnan created more goal scoring opportunities. And you wing a shot out of the park and take a penalty kick, and you're back in the good books? Taking the set pieces and running around like a robot does not count. It will get you a paycheque, but that's not why you're here.

You are the captain. You are supposed to be the inspiration. You wear the arm-band because you are The Player. The player that goes above and beyond. You play for glory. You play for the love of the game. You play for Liverpool.

I did not see that tonight.

In fact, we haven't seen it for a long time.

Get your act sorted out, Steven Gerrard.

Or get the fuck out.

Liverpool Claim Record Triumph

Wow.

Just-Wow.

Just, fucking. Wow.