Frosty Jack

You ask me how much I need you, must I explain? I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain You ask how long I'll love you, I'll tell you true Until the Twelfth of Never, I'll still be loving you Hold me close, never let me go Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow I'll love you 'til the bluebells forget to bloom I'll love you 'til the clover has lost its perfume I'll love you 'til the poets run out of rhyme Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time

We could still be relegated

Clint Dempsey

Simão Karembeu

Build a first eleven of yesteryear’s big names we were swooping for.

Coote could still turn out the hero in all this.

We should offer £175 quid for Rashford.

Elon Musk may still turn out the hero in all this.

I want LFC TV special with just Chiesa talking about wine.

Buy him for a non footballing position. Social media. Sustainability.

Maybe an hour against PSV

You forget the golden age of José Enrique, our “idiot savant attacking force” (@Molby).

He’s down on his knees, he wants to take us there.

Wrong time to be counting Hughes out.

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