Puke.

Arsenal lost 4-2 in a thrilling contest at Anfield. As an Arsenal fan, the defeat is hard to swallow, even more so because they were(to a neutral fan) the better team over the two games. But this just makes me want to puke.
'When the noise had subsided, the victors and vanquished departed, when Anfield was at last silent, empty and still, the question remained: why? What was it that possessed a defender as experienced as Kolo Touré to take fright, to be so terrified at the prospect of lasting just six minutes at this remarkable arena that he should give away the penalty that cost his team the game and the dream of a first Champions League crown?
'And the answer will come back: it was Liverpool. It was this club, this particular team, and what they have come to represent in Europe. Touré was disturbed by the legend of a Liverpool who will not lie down, who return from the dead like The Shape in John Carpenter's Halloween films. Remember that scene in the pitch-black bedroom when the monster rises again, his white mask all that is visible in the darkness? On nights such as this, Liverpool are like that: unstoppable, remorseless, their power inexplicable' - Martin Samuel, The Times.
Reminds me a little bit of the Fountainhead.
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