Dear Messrs Hicks and Gillett:
Words fail me at this very special moment for Liverpool Football Club. It says everything about your tenure, that your exit is the most celebrated moment of your time at the club.
In January 2007, you sat in the famous trophy room at Anfield, and you made promises about what you would achieve at this bastion. You lied, and you continued to lie for close to four years.
You said that you understood the heritage of this football club, and that you understood the passion of the supporters. How ironic that you would only feel our passion in our attempts to oust you. You picked an opponent that you could not defeat.
Did you really think that we would sit back and let you rape our club? Did you honestly think that we had no self-respect? Well let me tell you, 18 League Championships, 5 European Cups, and 96 Brothers and Sisters who perished in support of this club—that is history, and history will always prevail against the likes of you.
You drove us into debt, you drove good men out of the club, you made us a laughingstock in front of others who disparage us. However, you never broke our spirit, our commitment and our love for Liverpool Football Club.
In 1892, John Houlding founded Liverpool Football Club. Over 118 years, the likes of Bill Shankly, Bob Paisley and Kenny Dalglish have ensured that none of us ever walk alone.
Well today, gentlemen, you walk alone. I do not hate you, I pity you. You tried everything in your power, and yet could not survive. You walk away in shame, and owing money that you can no longer borrow from Liverpool Football Club.
Whatever fate awaits you, I do not care. Your fate will be to look at yourselves in the mirror every morning and know that you are destitute of wallet, character and dignity.
We promised you a fight, and we delivered. You offered us success, and delivered debts and tears. What you did, however, was galvanise the supporters of this great club in a way, maybe, that even they had never been before.
For that, alone, I thank you.