Losing your shirt on Liverpool

My friend Mark the butcher offered me a couple of quid on United to beat Liverpool on Sunday.  In a rare fit of prescience I refused.  "We're going to get battered", I said.  And thus it came to pass.

Amidst the distressing signs that Liverpool, having been knocked off their effin' perch by Alex Ferguson, are intent on climbing right back on it again, there is one consolation for United fans.

Liverpool's away strip is terrible.

There.  That makes me feel a lot better.