Shotgunbagsy

In our darkest hour we find ourselves clawing at the business side of a coffin lid. Every day passing is another foot we find ourselves lowered gently into the ditch our American owners dug for us so earnestly. There are a pair of offers now sitting on our doorstep – The Red Sox of Baseball fame, and a dark Asian stranger. The former have a massive sports franchise designed to reap in the cash from fans all over America and come with promises of salvation, the latter has an unequivocal sum of cash sitting in a wheel-barrow ready for transportation.

I’m doing my best to avoid the headlines and hype until there has been a real decision made. This is not the sort of thing that I will relay in any great detail until the paparazi have heeled and the red-headers have simmered down, but in the mean time I turn to the fans for my fill of entertainment.

We hold a grudge against our current owners – George Gillett and Tom Hicks have promised from the start that things are looking brighter, but it’s clear from the way they’ve played their hands that they have absolutely no knowledge of the game of football: “soccer”, and even less for the team that we love: Liverpool FC. In order to speak out against them there has been a call to some of the more friendly names of American soil to help prove our point. Standing up in protest at the end of the game means little to owners who are still getting our season ticket money, and avoiding the games is going to do absolutely nothing for the turmoil The Reds are facing in the table. So this is what it’s come too.

Samuel L Jackson is being asked to head up a rally that will speak out against the owners and tell them how the nation feels about them: it’s time to clean out the dirt and start afresh. There are a number of famous names in the hat to help out, and if this sort of celebrity fuss can’t make a good enough point in our era, I’m not sure what will. Samuel L is famous for his outcries in filming – he had enough to shout about when it came to the fore that he wishes he was in Miami Vice (story here), said he would not be in Star Wars without a purple light sabre, that he wouldn’t be in the 51st state unless he could wear a kilt, that they used a particular brand of car hire in Pulp Fiction and that he wouldn’t be in Snakes on a Plane unless it was given the name it ended up having (they tried to change the name after originally getting him on board). If ever there was a celebrity to kick up enough of a fuss to get his own way (thank christ he’s a Liverpool fan) it’s this man.

I don’t know what’s coming next, I can only hope it’s not administration.

Touch wood.