What's he saying?

When people use that word in any other context than the one for which it is intented.

No Tarby? Everyone else was in there: Jimmy Corkhill, BB1's Craig Phillips. Hardly a Liverpudlian stone left unturned.

So, Shankly's Army are owned by my beloved Boston Red Sox! Get ready for being able to partake in 'a beer and a dog' at your seat, armies of yellow-shirted vendors walking up and down the aisles yelling "Peanuts," "Crackerjacks," "Water here" and the best atmosphere at any sporting venue...ever. Now, all we need is for the New York Yankees to buy Man Utd and give Liverpool even more reason to hate them. Steeerike!

Are NESV good Americans, then?

The endless hordes of crying Liverpool fans on the news this week has been getting on my nerves a bit. OK, I'm an Evertonian, so I'm not conditioned to feel anything much more than ambivalence towards them, but honestly - some of the shite I've heard. On the day they 'won' at the hight court, one guy was fighting back tears as he said (in the kind of comedy 'John Bishop-esque' scouse accident I honestly thought none of us actually *has*) "this is the most significant day in the club's history". Really?

In my appreciation of the Bunnymen but anyone can see what's wrong with that picture. Boris Johnson is no doubt chuckling at what Barry Glendenning described as six and a half minutes of the most sanctimonious horse sh*t he's ever heard.

As a lifelong supporter of my local lower division team (Bristol Rovers) I understand the social importance of a football club as well as anyone but I'm sick of this whining about not having the right kind of Sugar Daddy (comments on Liverpool message boards have stated supporters don't want a new american owner, they want an arab or Malaysian). Where's this all heading? Simon Cowell presenting X Factor Football where Gillingham, Chesterfield and Rochdale compete for an arab buyer? Don't laugh, Ebbsfleet were sold off on the net.

Then again if in a gold lame desert tent there's currently a bejeweled finger about to stab at north Bristol on a map of the world I won't be complaining.

and travel 250 miles to stand outside a courtroom all day in support of a football team you really should be taking a long hard look at your life and deciding if there isn't perhaps something not quite right there.