Liverpool: A draw on the pitch, a loss to the XI, and snow in my shoe.

Getting to Nevada’s is always a pain from Queens, but this morning was especially bad. The three man army had all gone drinking at a local bar the night before (bar Christmas party, very cool), and all arose with too little sleep in their heads and too many beers in their bellies. The walk to the train was a hateful journey, as the rain was turning all the snow on the ground into slush. I also discovered that my shoe had a hole in the sole. Fun times.

But we persevered, and got to the church ahead of schedule. Our normal spot was taken by a variety of unknowns, so we grabbed a little space by the center of the bar. A bunch of boisterous Man U fans were celebrating their victory in the Club World Cup. Mark well described the Club World Cup as ‘that extra handjob you get for winning the Champions League”. Well said. We had a pint and chilled, the energy a little off due to the dank. That bald guy with the Goatee (nicknamed Goat) got the singing off nice and early, but kind of laid into the Liverpool fans a little too much and too early. Now while it is true that if I was asked if I heard those Skousers sing I would have to reply that in fact I don’t hear a fucking thing, lets let the game get going before that. Although, it is true that they will never win in England.

The game itself started promising. We looked dominant in the beginning, and Robin had a tremendous goal. But god damn that sunabitch Robbie Keane getting a set-up from a long ball and getting it past Manuel (who had some excellent saves, especially that free kick from Gerrard).

The second half, everyone was on edge. The bar was as packed as I had seen it in a while, and people wanted that those three points. Seeing Cesc not come back also scared the shit out of everyone (Update. FUCK!). And then the ref lost it. When Ade got the second booking, people lost it. In general, the second half was filled with some shady shit all over, and this was the high point. People at the bar were screaming. This woke up some of the Liverpool fans, who slowly began to cheer. But those Skousers could not do anything with the gift, and the game was a draw.

I had to bail to get to work on time, which was probably for the best given the feeling in the room. I had only had two beers, which feels like the perfect amount to have before work.

I am off for our next couple games, but will return in January, hopefully to see some new blood brought into the squad. Come on Arsenal!