Perfect draw. Delighted. Tough, tough replay, but Liverpool gives us the best chance of a final. Chelsea or Spurs would have guaranteed Europe like...
I really want a Sat game and i think even the F.A it would be better for both teams who have to travel to play Sat. poor cockneys must mean nothing playing at Wembley when its on your doorstep although i am a believer that Wembley should be kept for the Final only
the everton lot are saying liverpool have requested a saterday game because of the hillsborough memorial is on the sunday??
If we can beat Everton, Liverpool would have been my choice over chelsea or spurs. Liverpool are the weakest of those 3 imo and a big pitch will suit McClean, Larsson and Sess perfectly. God I hope we get through.
I suspect you will turn Everton over at SOL and then go on to beat Liverpool thus depriving my beloved of European football leaving me to go cry in a corner. Remember this when you are in the final and don't rub it in my face
I wouldn't dare see I think this might happen, but if I was to say I couldn't see it happening, i'm not telling you if i'd be lying... It would be some kick in the bobby dazzlers that mind.
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
