After watching Steven Gerrard’s dreams die again last weekend, this time at the hands of ex-Red and professional snide Scotsman Charlie Adam, Sunday afternoon left me reeling in agony with the realisation that there is actually no point in anything whatsoever. First of all, there’s no point in sentiment. Why? Because it doesn’t exist. Not in football, no chance.…… Continue reading 2015 Throwback: Seriously, what’s the fucking point in anything?