Brothers will no longer be brothers.
Bonds that have lasted years will be broken.
Choice abuses will traverse oceans, and ill will will be in the air.
Events and circumstances that will make one wince in pain will make the other dance with joy.
8000 miles away, two brothers will, for the duration of ninety minutes, not be brothers.
And when the skies have cleared and the sun shines through again, one of us will call the other and laugh hysterically. And the other will suffer in silence.
And after those crucial ninety minutes, we will be brothers in arms again.
After Man. Utd. thrash Liverpool's sorry ass, that is.
There will be an opinion to the contrary in the comments below soon enough, but you know how it is with those Liverpudlians. Now what to do?
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balls to your comments section.
My post will clarify all misunderstandings.
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