Ella Walsh

[LB @LBLFC_]

Gabriel Martinelli.. a little fucking bum who's won absolutely nothing in his career… like the rest of them. A team of little gobshites managed by a bum who won fuck all as a player. Losers.

[barry @BackseatsmanLFC]

Arsenal have the most unlikeable squad in the league and that's even after getting rid of the rapist that they were all protecting for the past few years

[Peter Bolster @peter_bolster]

On the eve of the new season without Diogo, it’s hard not to think of all we’ve lost.

He’d just gotten married. Just lifted a Premier League title. Just scored the kind of derby goal that seals legacies. He wasn’t slowing down. He was entering his prime. Stepping into a new chapter under Slot, with creativity ready to reshape the attack. Imagine how many more chances he’d have had. How many he’d had taken. And now he’s gone. Alongside his younger brother André. A crash. A loss. A silence.

And somehow, a song.

In the days since, it hasn’t stopped playing in my head. His chant. That melody. That feeling. That rhythm we sang for him - not because we were told, not because the club hyped it, but because he made us want to. Because he earned it. Because he never asked.

There’s a type of footballer Liverpool fans adore. The ones who don’t chase headlines. Who get knocked down, get back up and get on with it. Who don’t beg for love, but get it anyway because they show up. Jota was exactly that.

Not the most followed on Instagram. Not the most marketable. Not the flashiest boots. But he turned up - in the big games, the tight games, the moments where others went missing.

Think about it. Spurs at Anfield. Wolves away. City, Arsenal, United. Forest in the Cup. Forest away in the league with his first touch. He didn’t pad stats. He changed outcomes. When we needed a goal, needed a break, needed a bloody miracle, Jota was there. Half a yard. Back post. Low finish. Boom.

He wasn’t loud. But he was always heard. That’s what made the chant perfect.
Most songs are for stars. Jota wasn’t that. Didn’t want to be. But we sang. And it stuck.
Born out of love, but also joy. A happy song with a bounce, a rhythm, and unmistakably his.

He sang it too. Remember that moment? One arm in the air, laughing, half-shouting the words back to the fans. Not a man obsessed with his own brand, just someone overwhelmed that people cared.

That’s the thing. He didn’t need the adoration, which made us give it more freely.
He had a knack for goals that felt bigger than they should - ones that didn’t just change the scoreline but shifted the mood. Not always the opener. Not always the headline. But the one that tipped the balance, cracked the tension, made you believe again. That was Jota. The one that tilted everything.

He played like a man who knew the value of time. That urgency. That snap. It makes a grim kind of sense now. He didn’t waste minutes. He squeezed them. Like they mattered. Like he knew.

My favourite Jota goal is also my least favourite, because I took it for granted. I was so caught up in the relief, in the emotion. We’d kept the gap to Arsenal. The title was on the brink. The derby was being won. That was what mattered - the result, the breathing space. Number 20. Not Jota.

I thought I had time. Thought I’d see it again and again. That’s the thing - we take things for granted. We plan them like certainties. Assume there’ll always be a next time. But there isn’t.

That goal sums him up. Liverpool were flat. I was convinced we might not score. It felt like Goodison two months before, tension clinging to everything. But Jota shifted it. His will to win, that tenacity, that instinct, dragged the ball into the net. That was the difference. That was Diogo. A real winner. A match-definer.

His brother André, who wasn’t just family but his best friend. Diogo once said André was his favourite player to watch. That says everything.

And Rute’s words - “One month of our ‘until death do us part’. Forever, your white girl” - have broken the entire fanbase. Because the love was real. And the loss is total.

You don’t retire numbers for just anyone. Liverpool never had. Until now.

There are tribute programmes and the banners and black-and-white images of him lifting the Premier League trophy. But what hits hardest is that the chant doesn’t stop.

It’s on loop.

And that’s how it should be. And we’ll sing it now for a hundred years. For Diogo.❤️🇵🇹

[hae @drwnunez]

frimpong and ibou 🕺🏻🕺🏻

[- @AnfieldRd96]

He wore number 20, the year we won number 20.

Retire the number.

[Coral @Coral]

Rio Ferdinand on commentary.

[AK @Kearnsy1906]

Remember the kids in primary school who was still reading biff and kipper in year 6. Well this is them. Brain dead fucks who get their news off Facebook, the type who share missing dog posts when the dogs in fucking Texas.

[LFC Transfer Room @LFCTransferRoom]

𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗧 𝗟𝗔 𝗟𝗔 𝗟𝗔 𝗟𝗔 𝗟𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔 🎶

[Adam Rowe @adamrowecomedy]

If there’s any fibre of your being, that thinks doing this to the community that is already in mourning of those children, is in any way helpful & a step towards “getting your country back” then you have well and truly lost your fucking mind.

[^ @teaandchips]

No talk about Trent’s pass from the commentators but called Saka brave for making the run….. I can’t.

[Sky News @SkyNews]

Two labradors were captured on CCTV stealing bread from the shelves in a petrol station in Herefordshire.

After being caught in the act, workers put out an appeal on social media and reunited the dogs with their owner.

https://t.co/W8mIo6h51I

[🗝️ @cfcmasi]

I'm crying 😭😭😭�

[Scouser Chris @ScouserChrisLFC]

Is it a valid reason to take time off work regarding the news about Jurgen Klopp?

Asking for me.

[The Anfield Talk @TheAnfieldTalk]

70'

Elliott receives a booking for descent 😂 Jorginho told him to f**k off earlier and no card. Odegard, part time basketball player, berated the linesman earlier and no yellow card was shown to him

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#ARSLIV | #EmiratesFACup

[Christopher @TrendyTurtle14]

If Elliott gets a booking for his ONE swing of the arm in frustration then why in the hell did Oodegard not get one for his rant when he didn’t get a corner he wanted? Ridiculous! #ARSLIV #FACup

[DaveOCKOP @DaveOCKOP]

Curtis Jones got a red card for slipping over a ball

[Paddy Power @paddypower]

The one on the left is a penalty. The one on the right is not.

Makes perfect sense.

[- @AnfieldRd96]

David Coote was on VAR for the game between Everton and Man City. The same referee on VAR who didn’t give Liverpool a penalty for Odegaard’s handball.

We are witnessing corruption in front of our eyes.