POP megastar Billie Eilish has announced an 81-date world tour. But she’s not bothered about that. Instead here is her plan for bringing the glory days back to her beloved Liverpool FC.
SINCE I’ve never mentioned them in public, never attended a game and never watched them on TV, it may surprise you to learn that I’m actually a staunch fan of Liverpool FC. The Liver Birds. The Scouse Army. The Mega Reds. As I call them.
I love Andy Robertson and the gang so much that I’m low-key hoping to replace Jurgen Klopp as manager myself. They won’t know what’s hit them once I get started with pre-season. I’m about to gegenpress myself into their hearts and minds.
It may look like Arne Slot has the job locked down, but I can pull a few strings. Imagine the hype an A-list megastar in the dugout would generate. Tutting and swearing at the fourth official while wearing a windbreaker with a cute lil’ ‘BE’ initialled on it. Shankly, Paisley, Dalglish, Eilish. It just makes sense.
Just like Ryan Reynolds, I can help put this lowly, shitty, beaten-down side back on the map. Klopp has tanked this final season. Eilish will pick up the pieces. Here’s my strategy.
Step one – our goaltender Alisson is out. I’m bringing back Jerzy Dudek. Sure, he’s over 50 and retired a decade ago. But BIG Liverpool fans like me will never forget his heroics in Istanbul. Sure, I was only four when it happened, but his crazy legs are seared into my memory and actually inspired a lot of the dance moves on my last tour.
Step two – clone Mo Salah. If one Mo can light up the EPL, then think about what three could do. We simply take a lock of his bouffant hair for the DNA and make a bunch of him in my secret lab. That’s worth 100 goals plus a season and we don’t have to play Darwin Nunez again. Because I think we all agree he’s a f**king carthorse.
Step three – install my creepy brother Finneas as assistant coach. Sure, he knows nothing about football, but he’s a born winner. Even if he’s useless, I reckon I can get him a seat on Sky’s Soccer Saturday where he can go on about what a good job I’m doing. Which would really piss off Matt Le Tissier, but he can f**k off back to his tinfoil bungalow and tweet about Mossad controlling the weather.
By this point I’ll have the fans and Jamie Carragher on board. Sew up the league by April. Bag the quadruple, bring home the Superbowl, nab the World Series and clinch Olympic gold just in time for my statue to be unveiled outside Anfield.
YNWA. LFC til I die. F**k Everton.
Billie x