The Koppites have been very fond of labelling Evertonians as 'bitter blues' whenever we have challenged their arrogance, obsession with history and blatant superiority complex in recent years.
"18 duck 5. You acerbity crossbreed." they would tell us in Norwegian.
note: this is a bad online translation of the phrase '18 and 5. You bitter bastard.'
It is they though who have showed an incredible degree for pure, genuine bitterness in the past few weeks towards Manchester United. They have become obsessed with United making the record of English title triumphs their own and many of them even wished for their own team to lose to Chelsea last week to ensure that didn't happen. Some have even hailed Gerrard as a true red for the backpass that gifted Chelsea their opener. This is bitterness beyond belief and although it seems they got their wish with regards to the destination of the title, they can never call me bitter again.
It's not about bitterness though because although I can't speak for every Evertonian on earth, I can honestly say that I've never been jealous of the success they enjoyed when I was a kid. I do find though that Evertonians who grew up in Liverpool during the seventies and early eighties had to ensure so much shit from our inbred cousins across the park that it's kind of left a stain on our souls that means every time they fail, each disaster that the club endures, we see it as a little bit of karma payback. Alot of Blues will tell you that they don't give a shite what Liverpool do. I'll guarantee that most of those people don't fall into the '70s/80s/Liverpool' bracket outlined above.
'Liverpool Are Magic, Everton Are Tragic' sang the squeaky voiced Emlyn and look what happened to him.
From my personal viewpoint, I'd support any team on the planet against LFC. Even a Saddam Hussein XI. This is not bitterness, just an ingrained hatred of Liverpool FC and everything they stand for.
I've NEVER owned a red car and never will. I had a maroon Mondeo once but they was a little close to the edge so I crashed it. Me and my mate Eggg'ead picked up a rental in Prague for the drive across to Nuremburg a couple of years ago in the UEFA Cup and almost asked for a different car because it was RED!!
I don't really wear red clothes. The missus often gets me red stuff just to piss me off but I keep it indoors like a dirty secret.
If YNWA happens to be sung by a contestant on XFactor or something I instantly harbour a pathalogical hatred towards them.
I don't allow red to be used as a paint in the house because it makes me sick.
I even look at my wrists and note that my blood is blue.
Maybe then I've managed to explain a little about why I hate Liverpool so passionately. On this, the last day of the season, they have just about managed to finish a place above us, Everton, a team that lost the first four months of the season to injury and a team that has spent multi-multi millions less than them in the transfer market.
"18 duck 5. You acerbity crossbreed." they would tell us in Norwegian.
note: this is a bad online translation of the phrase '18 and 5. You bitter bastard.'
It is they though who have showed an incredible degree for pure, genuine bitterness in the past few weeks towards Manchester United. They have become obsessed with United making the record of English title triumphs their own and many of them even wished for their own team to lose to Chelsea last week to ensure that didn't happen. Some have even hailed Gerrard as a true red for the backpass that gifted Chelsea their opener. This is bitterness beyond belief and although it seems they got their wish with regards to the destination of the title, they can never call me bitter again.
It's not about bitterness though because although I can't speak for every Evertonian on earth, I can honestly say that I've never been jealous of the success they enjoyed when I was a kid. I do find though that Evertonians who grew up in Liverpool during the seventies and early eighties had to ensure so much shit from our inbred cousins across the park that it's kind of left a stain on our souls that means every time they fail, each disaster that the club endures, we see it as a little bit of karma payback. Alot of Blues will tell you that they don't give a shite what Liverpool do. I'll guarantee that most of those people don't fall into the '70s/80s/Liverpool' bracket outlined above.
'Liverpool Are Magic, Everton Are Tragic' sang the squeaky voiced Emlyn and look what happened to him.
From my personal viewpoint, I'd support any team on the planet against LFC. Even a Saddam Hussein XI. This is not bitterness, just an ingrained hatred of Liverpool FC and everything they stand for.
I've NEVER owned a red car and never will. I had a maroon Mondeo once but they was a little close to the edge so I crashed it. Me and my mate Eggg'ead picked up a rental in Prague for the drive across to Nuremburg a couple of years ago in the UEFA Cup and almost asked for a different car because it was RED!!
I don't really wear red clothes. The missus often gets me red stuff just to piss me off but I keep it indoors like a dirty secret.
If YNWA happens to be sung by a contestant on XFactor or something I instantly harbour a pathalogical hatred towards them.
I don't allow red to be used as a paint in the house because it makes me sick.
I even look at my wrists and note that my blood is blue.
Maybe then I've managed to explain a little about why I hate Liverpool so passionately. On this, the last day of the season, they have just about managed to finish a place above us, Everton, a team that lost the first four months of the season to injury and a team that has spent multi-multi millions less than them in the transfer market.
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