I Want Forty Million Pounds (and a striker available all season)

We need to spend. And we need to spend a little more than we would normally.

Why? Because when other teams are travelling to other hot spots in the Champions League, our players  will be spending their weeks training and hanging out in Liverpool. And as great a city as Liverpool is, if nothing else, Madrid is a lot nicer in January. And so is Rome, Istanbul and many others.

But, if we are going to ask high quality players to sacrifice a season, maybe two, not playing in the Champions League, we will have to compensate them for the sacrifice and compensate them well.

So where do we get the money?

Sell Luis Saurez. Sell him high and outside of England. Liverpool is clearly no longer going to get its money's worth from him. He doesn't want to stay, and he keeps (stupidly) getting suspended. This is a recipe for disaster. He will become the next Torres, and Liverpool cannot afford to have that situation arise.

What can we do with forty million? 3.25 Daniel Sturridges, a Micah Richards, Wanyama, an Anelka as a spare, the possibilities are endless.

We need a striker, and a centre back,  like a Robert Huth, or Vermalaen type player. We also need to find an attacking midfield play maker. We have three years before Stevie G packs it in and we need to search and invest now.

We need that new anchor, or anchors to move the team forward. We need the next Stevie G, Carra, or Torres. And we need to pay it forward. If they can't get Champion's League football, then the only thing the Club can give them is $$.

And real money, will only come from Luis Saurez.

Life is Hard for a Liverpool Fan

I love my family. Two beautiful daughters. Both outstanding players and fans of the game, except one loves Manchester United, and the other loves Chelsea. I could blame their mother, my ex-wife, but she too is a Liverpool fan. So where did a doting father and die hard Red go wrong.

I let them watch television.

I let them see other teams play, I let them see Edwin Van Der Sar (one daughter is a goal keeper), and the other one thought Joe Cole was "hot". Try as I might I couldn't convince them to see Reina and Craig Bellamy and Robbie Fowler and Grobellar in the same light.

The up side is, and there is an upside, is that at least four times per season we all sit together and watch a game and scream and shout for "our boys" and for the bragging rights for the season. Now I haven't had as much to brag about the last few years, but it's going to change. Unfortunately not before my eldest moves away to study engineering (Chelsea fan) leaving me with my youngest one ( and massive Manc fan) and all the grief I anticipate from another massive Man U season. Things go just too fast. I'll miss her, and her taunts about how good those Chelsea b*****ds are.

I guess I need to find someone who likes Chelsea to watch the games with.

Enjoy University.

You'll Never Walk Alone.

Even if you are a Chelsea fan

Hal White

You'll never walk alone (Celtic supporters)