That Wigan game didn't anger me at all, it was an all too familiar feeling by then, we'd only been knocked out of the cup at home by Oldham, Birmingham and Reading in the previous seasons...
Happiest:
Best atmosphere I've been in in the Gwladys that day, Big Dunc coming on the pitch at half time with a tear in his eye certainly lifted the mood. To see Osman out jump Kompany like that sent everyone absolutely west, it was f*cking great. Lescott getting a good hammering helped, too...
Saddest:
Even though i'm saying this through gritted teeth, Liverpool are a massive football club and i'm immensely proud to come from a city with two footballing institutions such as ours. But when the
sh*ttest Liverpool team in god knows how long stroll to their 3rd derby win of the season under that dementia ridden old tw*t without so much as a whimper from an Everton team that lead 1-0, that's when you know you're in the f*cking dumps.
That game was final confirmation (as if I needed more) that
Moyes didn't deserve to manage this club, there was an article in the Echo where Fellaini said "we had no motivation to win the game" or something afterward that only added to my ire towards that lemon faced tit.
Watched the game in the Weld Blundell in Lydiate, the pub absolutely caked in blue shirts...as soon as that Carroll goal went in about 4 blokes came out of the woodwork bouncing around the place, they hadn't said a f*cking word previously. The spawny,
spawny b*stards.
