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liverpool fc

i think lfc is finally dead and buried. they're taking 1 step front and back another decade. there is no team there, no control and no motivation. torres wants out of this mess, it so obvious from his performance. reina will definitely be out by the end of the season, god forbid man u buys him. liverpool needs a divine intervention. roy will be out by the weekend. or at-least after the fa cup tie with man u. a new coach must discard all the fringe players and build a new team. salvage the season, atleast finish within the uefa cup positions. and pray hard. liverpool will be in bottom three very soon if any of this doesnt happen. i hope im wrong on this.

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