another great fightback??

haha..i hate to say this but arshavin was simply outstanding..he took all of his chances and turn it into goals..yes goals..to be exact 4 goals in one game..thanks to three blunder made by liverpool's sloppy defence..and another one that he score was simply outstanding helped by his blistering pace and great left-foot...arshavin you are world class..

simply outstanding..but not arsenal..they does not pose real threat for liverpool's back four..okeyh2..they score four but it is all come from arshavin magic+sloppy defending from arbeloa,aurelio,carragher and agger..

okeyh enough with 'puji-pujian' for arsenal..i'm a kop and i admitted this is another one of liverpool's version of great fightback..they make mistakes and they score.. two goals from torre and benayoun had settle the scoreline for a draw..thank god we have a great striker and never ending running-super fit midfielders..yes they are torres,kuyt,babel,riera,alonso and gerrard..if not I dont know whether Liverpool's can survive at the top league..and some more..GERRARD DID NOT PLAY..hmm..a great round of applause to all liverpool's lads and a standing ovation too..it shows to the world that we can play exciting football eventhough our midfield maestro is not there to help us..hmm i wonder what gerrard can do towards arsenal youngsters..hmm..maybe gerrard can change the scoreline..i say..6-4 perhaps...haha..that is how dangerous we are..but..huhu liverpool's back four were outrageous and a disgrace..to concede four goals..I REPEAT FOUR SOFT GOALS!! is just hard-breaking and head banging feat..come on..all of you can do better

than that..pity for reina as he is not protected by his own defence..huhu..but I still wonder why benitez

rested two of our key-defender =skrtel and dossena..those two might have give some calmness at the

back...huhu for agger..u'r a great player but tonite u just don't nailed it la bro....

huhu overall liverpool play great football with some massive build-ups toward the goals..

for kop all around the world..just sit tight and pray for MAN U to COLLAPSE..

plus..i hate to see another macheda so called 'magic'..huhu..yes..i'm a firm believer

and I BELIEVE THAT THIS YEAR GONNA BE OUR YEAR!!YES!!

I CAN FEEL IT!!

YOU"LL NEVER WALK ALONE

i would like to take this opportunity to pay my condolence to all of our supporters who had perished

in the Hillsborough tragedy

REST IN PEACE

The Justice Bell

A schoolboy holds a leather ball
in a photograph on a bedroom wall
the bed is made, the curtains drawn
as silence greets the break of dawn.

The dusk gives way to morning light
revealing shades of red and white
which hang from posters locked in time
of the Liverpool team of 89.

Upon a pale white quilted sheet
a football kit is folded neat
with a yellow scarf, trimmed with red
and some football boots beside the bed.

In hope, the room awakes each day
to see the boy who used to play
but once again it wakes alone
for this young boy's not coming home.

Outside, the springtime fills the air
the smell of life is everywhere
violas bloom and tulips grow
while daffodils dance heel to toe.

These should have been such special times
for a boy who'd now be in his prime
but spring forever turned to grey
in the Yorkshire sun, one April day.

The clock was locked on 3.06
as sun shone down upon the pitch
lighting up faces etched in pain
as death descended on Leppings Lane.

Between the bars an arm is raised
amidst a human tidal wave
a young hand yearning to be saved
grows weak inside this deathly cage.

A boy not barely in his teens
is lost amongst the dying screams
a body too frail to fight for breath
is drowned below a sea of death

His outstretched arm then disappears
to signal thirteen years of tears
as 96 souls of those who fell
await the toll of the justice bell.

Ever since that disastrous day
a vision often comes my way
I reach and grab his outstretched arm
then pull him up away from harm.

We both embrace with tear-filled eyes
I then awake to realise
it’s the same old dream I have each week
as I quietly cry myself to sleep.

On April the 15th every year
when all is calm and skies are clear
beneath a glowing Yorkshire moon
a lone scots piper plays a tune.

The tune rings out the justice cause
then blows due west across the moors
it passes by the eternal flame
then engulfs a young boys picture frame.

His room is as it was that day
for thirteen years it's stayed that way
untouched and frozen forever in time
since that tragic day in 89.

And as it plays its haunting sound
tears are heard from miles around
they're tears from families of those who fell
awaiting the toll of the justice bell.