The angry brigade: why are Liverpool fans perpetually annoyed?

Today, walking around trendy Hoxton in London, it's become clear that the ironic mullet which started here a few years ago has all but died. Instead of looking like Doncaster Rovers footballers from 1985, the chaps round here are all sporting the 1945 Hitler Youth look - short, back and sides haircut, muzzie and an Aryan-staring-at-the-glorious-Third Reich-horizon look in their eyes. Sadly, outside of the capital and particularly in the midlands, full grown adult men are walking around with rat's tails, mad bleach jobs, crap pre-faded jeans and Top Man blazers. They will regret this. For now, they carry on, thinking that looking like you've just made it to the last 100 in Pop Idol is somehow cool. Rubbish.