Its hard to get excited about underachieving dogshit performances

I just finished watching Liverpool spectcacularly flame out 1-0 at West Ham. I want to fucking kill myself. Seriously, any Reds supporter still claiming that label deserve a medal because supporters of lesser clubs in our situation would surely be sticking their heads in the sand. Just an absolute shit performance. Once again, our corner kicks are little more than goal kicks for the opposition. We've turned mucking scoring opportunities into an art form. Truthfully, West Ham probably should've rung up 3 on us. Unfortunate that Lucas Neill wasn't called for a hand ball on that corner around the 78th minute, but the penalty called on us, while utterly painful, was deserved. You make your own luck, both in football and in life, and when you play like we have over the last two months, how can anyone say we deserved the points today? Now, we're not even "King of the Draws."

The only Red in tonight's match that escapes blame, in my opinion, is Lucas. Our energy and focus picked up dramatically when he entered. I wish, in retrospect, that Babel had come on sooner and, my god, the question begs of Rafa: Why not bring Crouch on for Kuyt in the final 10 minutes?!? Dirk played like dick tonight. Xabi was surprisingly poor.

No one misunderstand my frustration, here. I am not venting as someone who is jumping ship (I most certainly am NOT), but rather as an ardent supporter who is simply sickened by our inconsistency and underachievement. In terms of sheer disappointment, I can't recall a more frustrating season in the 15 years that I've supported the club.

We need answers, all right. And I think it all starts with the Captain.

YNWA