You will, you won't - you do, you don't...

Those words are a song by the fabulous Liverpool band, The Zutons, the title of which is ... hmm ... well, I bet you can guess. A couple of friends and I were singing it while bopping down Avenue A last weekend on our way to a party. The experiences of being teased - and teasing yourself with fantasies of what could be - are certainly familiar enough to pretty much everyone; that's part of what makes it a terrific song.

Well, by gum if those words aren't also the mantra intoned by Liverpool supporters for the last year in our ongoing romance with the potential saviors from Dubai. It's all kicked off again with fresh speculation that the club's about to be bought by the Sheikh, precipitated in part by the rumour mills on various fora and Amanda Staveley's interview (in the context of the Man City takeover) on FiveLive yesterday. When asked point-blank whether DIC/Dubai Holdings are still interested in purchasing LFC, there were no denials. That "for the right price", they are still interested. And like a starving man thrown the tiniest of crumbs, we are rapturous for one beautiful second.

Because this time, after so many false dawns, rumblings are that things may be coming to a head. Loans due come January that the banks - in their own pinch - will want repaid. Our fabulous new 60,000-seater stadium put on a ginormous Coleman cooler-full of ice, which makes pretty much everything else untenable. That, because they need to save their own skins, Hicks' and Gillett's greed will finally get knocked down to size and they'll be forced to sell up at a price more in line with what the club is actually worth (while they still make off with a disgusting £40-100mm a man in profit, depending on what you read).

Well, we've been here before, haven't we? What will it take to finally consummate this affair as we can't take it much longer? Knickers have been dropped to the floor....don't embarass us by making us openly beg even more than we already have - we've really suffered enough humiliation.

It's showtime...

To my fellow Reds: welcome to my blog - thanks for stopping by.

I won't get precious or go on here about how long I've wanted to do this and why you should bother reading as everyone and his mother blogs these days. But as I'm a fairly opinionated sort whose constant thoughts on things LFC seem of the slightly "old school" variety and tinged with more than just a little bit of Noo Yawk moxie ("whaddya mean you think that, are ya stupid?"), I figured I might as well give it a bash.

The main reason for doing this is my undying love for a football club far away and the city that gave rise to it. Its fanbase continues to grow worldwide with each passing season but with that comes the risk of wiping out what attracted those of us from outside the city to it in the first place. So while I will have talk on here about a specific Liverpool match or players, the manager or the fans, I also want to pose questions looking at where we're going and what signposts we as supporters should try to keep sight of while speeding forward in the quest for nos. 19, 6 and beyond. We all want success but not at the expense of "The Liverpool Way" becoming a catchphrase with no more hold on supporters than "Coke is it" has.

This club is the way it is and adored because of whence it came, so I will touch on that as well - 2008 European Capital of Culture, the birthplace of the best band ever and home to some of the finest folks it's ever been my pleasure to meet. There'll also be random bits and bobs on anything I'm particularly pleased or annoyed with in the football world to round it all out (so get ready).

So with all that said, let's get this party started! Welcome again and thanks for reading.