It doesn’t add up though, I just spent seven years in the pub with my mate watching us with Klopp; laughed, cried, danced on the tables, and ate my own weight in cheese and onion… I’ve been having a great time!
Would you rather I went full Smallman? Started dressing like a Blue Peter presenter and got all overly giddy every time my team kicked a ball?
I assure you, the more judicious version of Amps is far more tolerable.