Liverpool just hate everyone. They hate their players, they hate their fans but perhaps most importantly, they hate themselves to the point where they’ve taken up self-harming. The howls of derision that met Warrior’s attempt at an away kit last month merely hinted at the pleasurable emo pain to be gained from universal embarrassment, or at least this is all we can assume, given the petrifying horror of their recently released third kit.
Expect: Steve Claridge to show up, possibly as player/manager. His influence is already evident from the mismatched horror socks.
Seriously, guys. Stop punching yourselves. Ok?