A couple of days before Christmas Gooner Junior brought some wood over for us.
My Lover fed him mince pies.
As he was leaving, My Lover said to him "I think there is a very real possibility that The Arse may win the Premiership this season. I wish you luck mate."
"I can't believe you said that," I said after he had left.
"You hate The Arse".
"I know but he cares about them".
Sweet.
Deep down of course My Lover will be praying for a miracle to resuscitate his ailing Liverpool.
He might find a crumb of comfort in Martin O'Neill's assessment of their potential fortunes.
And hope there really are such things as fairy godmothers.
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Let's hope someone grants your lover a (footballing) wish
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