Okay, lets set my stall out.  You may have gathered that I’m a Liverpool supporter.  So it would be no surprise to learn that I’m not overly fond of Gary Neville.  A player who will run the length of the pitch to pump his shirt badge at the opposition fans when his team scores, is not going to endear himself to many.  I suspect that even some United fans cringe a little bit when they see him swinging his dick in such a vulgar fashion.

But who is this, coming to steal Neville’s mantle? None other than the pouting irritant, Frank Lampard. 

Apart from the England football team dilema of ‘Lampard or Gerrard’, which pisses me off simply for the fact that anyone with any bleedin sense can see that it’s a friggin no brainer, Frank Lampard is quickly becoming the focus of my bar room vitriol because of his goal celebrations.  He always looks so fucking smug - like he’s just had your wife, and he wants you and everyone in the stadium to know about it.

Even as a Liverpool supporter, I can begrudgingly admit to admiring the way that United have played over the last 12 months, and Chelsea, when Drogba first arrived completely ripped up the Premiership.  Lampard and Neville however, epiomise why there is such distaste eminating from Anfield towards these clubs.  We don’t like Neville, but while he’s been away injured for so long, a vacuum of contempt has appeared into which Lampard has willingly charged headlong into.