Clint Planet
Utter Cad.
Thoughts of my impending trip north - on a day when the sh*te are at home - have got me thinking about those little ways we get under their skin or wrong foot them somehow.
Living in London, I can usually chuck in a "Nah, I'm actually a scouser, mate - I support Everton" or an "Ever actually been there? Really? Thought not," and then there's the mention of "glory hunting" and the fact that White Hart Lane is a mile away. They don't seem to like that.
Wearing my "The Bird Is Blue" t-shirt with a blue Liverbird on it really gets their blood boiling, too. I love that t-shirt.
Chucking in a "Of course, we won the title at Anfield before you lot existed" is always a joy.
Once, when one of them (cockney variety, of course) actually spouted "18 leagues, 5 European Cups" I snapped back with "one riot." She wasn't happy.
How do YOU do it?
Living in London, I can usually chuck in a "Nah, I'm actually a scouser, mate - I support Everton" or an "Ever actually been there? Really? Thought not," and then there's the mention of "glory hunting" and the fact that White Hart Lane is a mile away. They don't seem to like that.
Wearing my "The Bird Is Blue" t-shirt with a blue Liverbird on it really gets their blood boiling, too. I love that t-shirt.
Chucking in a "Of course, we won the title at Anfield before you lot existed" is always a joy.
Once, when one of them (cockney variety, of course) actually spouted "18 leagues, 5 European Cups" I snapped back with "one riot." She wasn't happy.
How do YOU do it?