Year 1996. I was Standard Four. The fateful year that I became a Liverpool fan. When Cantona struck late to give United the FA Cup, it was inevitable that I had to hate United, too. It came as a package.
Since then, United went on to win numerous titles and trophies, while Liverpool enjoyed the occasional cup successes while the league crown continues to elude. Nevertheless, I can't regret my decision - it was not even a decision. Supporting Liverpool was not a choice, it was my inescapable destiny.
However, the symbiotic 'supporting Liverpool hating United' stance is, as said, symbiotic. Never contradictory. Until this season.
Long story cut short, Liverpool lost, giving Chelsea the chance to deny United the title. Conspiracy theorists couldn't have a stronger point than Gerrard casually assisting Drogba to his topscorer-tally-equalling goal. Not the best of performance to put out on your final home game of the season, but oh well, at least it comes with a consolation.
To bitter United fans, hey, don't blame us for losing at home to Chelsea. You had the chance, and even you lost to Chelsea at home. That said, nothing has been decided yet, it's not the final game yet.
Even Fulham got to a final, and would probably win it. Even Portsmouth got to a final, and they also have a chance to win it. Even Newcastle got a silverware. Oh well, look at the bright side, even Juve missed out on Champions League next season. And it was a nice kit yesterday, too bad no more Carlsberg next season. Or maybe, niceeee.
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