"I want to apologise for the tackle," twat Bambi said at the time. "I did go into the challenge two-footed and with my studs showing, but I tried to pull back.” (I think we all remember the Bluekipper cartoon about “How to pull out of a tackle”!)

Twat Houllier said that he was unhappy with the 3-match ban that twat Bambi was given for “that” tackle on Naysmith. “It was practically an accident. If I had the slightest hint that he was guilty of anything I wouldn’t have come here to try and defend him.”

Wankers, the pair of them, fully understand why they are hated so much.

After the game, Shanks accused Ajax of being a defensive side, relying on breakaways, Liverpool were hindered by the fog, Ajax's keeper was crap and Liverpool would score at least 5 at home etc etc.

After school the following week a couple of my red mates asked me to go to Anfield to see Liverpool take retribution, I told them that Cruyff would do the same again. Anyway we duly queued up from about 4:30 pm, nearlly got crushed to death, got to the Kop turnstiles and they were closing them, around 6:30 I think.

My mates and me climbed over the turnstiles, as did several thousand others, it was frightening in the Kop, crushing was terrible and I spent the rest of the night trapped against a barrier, but Johann scored both goals for Ajax and the game ended 2-2, I am sure it was foggy that night also.

Next day in school (Cardinal Allen GS) I took a can of the scouring powder Ajax into school, the reason being that the top of the can had 7 holes in it !! It got confiscated by our maths teacher, surely the only time this has ever happened??

There was a little ditti doing the rounds also: "Ajax 7-3, one for you and five for me". A few blues got the strap for singing this in class, but it was well worth it.

Luckily he was OK - just an extremely sore chest and loads of welts on his chest to prove it. The spectacle case in his pocket had been flattened. Ever felt as though you should have kept your gob shut?

One of my most memorable moments was many years ago at Goodison. At the end of each home game we would wait for the tannoy to give the RS away score.

After the usual farting sound that always preceded such announcements we were told, Birmingham City 9 Liverpool 1.

A muted kind of puzzled mass muttering broke out. I said to my red mates, ’I could’ve swore he said nine’. Nah, they said, it was NONE and we won 0-1.

The tannoy gave another fart and the announcer very, very, slowly said, that result was, Birmingham 9, N-I-N-E Liverpool 1.

After about 10 seconds of stunned silence there erupted an almighty roar. The red half of town kept a very low profile for a few weeks.