The ‘Football without Fans is Nothing’ campaign to lower ticker prices is an admirable and just one. The slogan encapsulates a truth that if you take the emotion and support of the fans out the game you remove the key ingredient that makes it the most popular sport in the world.

However, a quick comparison of the atmosphere and fans’ reactions in the respective Sunderland and Spurs games at Anfield reveals another truth.

Football without football is also nothing.

Ultimately everything stems from what’s happening on the pitch. You know, that football stuff. For all the imploring of Rodgers (I’ll let him off) and the ‘real fan’ police there’s, for me, no denying that the catalyst for 75% of fan anxiety is what we’re witnessing or have witnessed on that lush green carpet in L4.  It doesn’t come from nowhere.



Neil Poole explains the significance of the number 63 in Liverpool’s recent history and why 89 is now the new number on the block.

The complete irrelevance of the number 63 in the world is quite startling. At best, it’s the year that Joseph of Arimathea went to Glastonbury on the first Christian mission to Britain. Back then you could still pay somebody £10 to climb a ladder over the fence. There was no sitting on ‘GetRinsedTicketing.Com’ for two days for young Joseph.

89 is the new 63

At its worst, it’s Hostel 63, ‘London’s Number One Budget Hotel’. Looks a bit snide.

There’s honestly very little in between.

Nonetheless, since the 3rd June 2010 when Rafa Benitez left Liverpool by ‘mutual consent’ (fired by Hicks, Gillett and Purslow), the number 63 has occupied and busied my tiny mind. Of course you will know that 63 was the total number of points the Liverpool hierarchy deemed insufficient in the 2009/2010 Premier League season.


We went along to the press night of The Official LFC History Show, YNWA, at The Royal Court in Liverpool. Neil Poole reviews the thoroughly entertaining show.


A childhood of watching bollocks pantomimes in the Liverpool Empire with eager to please jokes served up for both Liverpudlians and Evertonians made me quite averse to going to the theatre in Liverpool.

Accidentally having to endure Blood Brothers not once but twice as a teenager finally pushed me over the edge.

With this in mind, ‘YNWA: The Official History of Liverpool Football Club’ was always going to have to work hard to win me over. I make no bones about this: If it was shit I’d tell you it was shit.

But it’s not. It’s truly excellent.

Fitting the entire of history of Liverpool Football Club in to just over two hours is no mean feat. The story is loosely told on the premise of a family educating an enthusiastic but not-so-savvy, LFC-supporting son of our glorious history.

The family dynamic cleverly acts as the gateway to a lot of the show’s humour and the flimsy of their whim allows for the plausible editing of over a hundred years of history. A case in point being the almost near absence of Roy Hodgson and how the son is amusingly and dismissively told, “we can forget about him!”