a letter to liverpool: 3 weeks. i waited 3 weeks. anticipation and excitement filled my heart, as i thought of all the endless possibilities of the ending to this match. pride filled my veins. my mind was filled with fantasies of szobo kissing the badge after scoring a free kick, a gakpo dagger and isak winner to seal it all off. but that’s not what happened. you couldn’t allow me to live with those thoughts. injury plagued our 3 best players. but it’s okay right? city will be rattled. they’re coming to a locked and loaded anfield. we’ll show them how the league feels about their charges. but we didn’t. first half sold me a dream. delight filled my body. i thought we would do it. despite the injuries we’ve incurred, i though it would work out. then the red came. my silliness took a physical form when the ref showed grav a red. i knew that was the moment i never knew how right i would be. this was fucking embarrassing. we let these cheats score and shoot 3 at anfield. i’ve never seen a team crack under pressure like how you have today. this was an absolute nightmare. you would’ve thought we had 114 the way we broke apart. i am enraged. if i continue to type, i fear i might get banned. my heart is in pieces. my sanity is hanging onto a thread. liverpool, i am distraught.