A Newcastle fan had a crashout in a postgame thread on Reddit after losing to Liverpool 2-3.
Tonight is the darkest hour in Premier League history. Don’t even talk to me about Aguero, or Leicester, or Istanbul - this is the night football died. Down to 10 men because of a bent VAR call, the whole stadium against the corrupt circus that is Liverpool, we fight like lions for 100 fucking minutes… and then a fucking 16-YEAR-OLD called Rio strolls on and rips the heart out of St James’ Park. This is scripted theatre. This is a fucking fix.
Arne Slot - fuck you. You've already wormed your way into the VAR cartel. You’ll be remembered not as Klopp’s successor but as the smug fraud who smiled while refs bent over backwards to hand you three points you didn’t deserve.
Isak - I hope you’re proud. While your team mates were dying on that pitch, you sat sulking in your camp, crying about promises. You could have made the difference, you could have been the hero, but instead you’ll go down as the coward who abandoned us on the darkest night. Your career is cursed now.
Chiesa - irrelevant, spineless, cowardly little prick. You didn’t want to come here, you didn’t want to be part of this fight. Tonight proved why. You’re not built for it. Enjoy rotting away on the bench.
Virgil Van Dijk - the “colossus,” the “Rolls Royce defender.” What a fucking joke. You conned a red card out of the ref, you spent half the night on your arse, and you still needed a 16-year-old to bail you out. Fraud. Cheat. Coward. You’ll never live this performance down.
And Klopp - don’t think you’re free from this. Your shadow is all over tonight. This Liverpool side is your creation: entitled, protected, smug. Your legacy is favouritism, a club that gets decisions gifted on a plate because the league can’t imagine life without them at the top. Fuck your documentaries, fuck your fake grin - this is your stain on football history.
3-2. To them. With the ref, with VAR, with the system all behind them. Tonight, football is dead. The Premier League is dead. What happened at St James’ Park will be remembered as the moment the game sold its soul for good.
Toon Army forever, but fuck, they’ve killed us tonight. They’ve killed the sport we love.