The background was that the papers had been full of speculation that Rafa Benitez, our nutty professor-ish Spanish manager, was about to get the boot.
"I must say as a Liverpool supporter I'd be as pleased as bunch if the Rafa rumours were true,'' a fan wrote.
"If you look at the money he's spent and the player turnover, it's almost criminal that we still have a team so dependent on two players. His blustering attempts to wind up the manager of that other lot; his obsessive tinkering that only reveals the absence of a strategy; his ridiculous goatee; his inability to find a second striker or a winger of any quality . . . last year was our best chance to win the league. With a different manager we would have won it by now. Istanbul should have taught us only how important it is not to rely on Gerrard all the time. Begone begone begone. And good riddance.''
Ouch.
But that's just par for the course in English football, arguably the sporting league that is the most unforgiving on its men in charge.
Graham Henry fans think Lord Ted has copped some flak for, you know, failing to win the one trophy that matters - and keeping his job (!!!) - but the New Zealand press is a soft touch compared to England's vicious hacks.
Premier League managers are under the spotlight from the opening day of the season to the last, and the pressure mounts with every loss, or even just a run of draws.
Dozens of newspaper reporters, bloggers, television commentators and talkback radio callers fire up at the first scent of blood, and come up with their most cutting jibes as they call for heads to roll.
The cult of the manager is bigger in football than in any other sport. If you don't believe me, ask yourself these simple questions:
Who is the Australian cricket coach?
Who is Usain Bolt's coach?
Who coached the United States to gold in men's basketball at the Beijing Olympics?
Who is the manager of Manchester United?
If you didn't answer "Tim Nielsen", "Glen Mills" and "Mike Krzyzewski", but you easily answered "an incomprehensible old Scotsman called Ferg", my point is made.
The funny thing with the Premier League is that we, the fans, have an intensely personal relationship with our managers that stretches across a vast spectrum of emotions.
Many fans deeply revere their managers. Arsenal supporters, for instance, attach all sorts of spiritual significance to any words that spring from Arsene Wenger's cultured mouth. And Everton's long-suffering Toffees have this "In Moyesy we trust'' mantra that doesn't seem to have been rocked too much by the 6-1 shocker against Arsenal and the 1-0 loss to Burnley.
Those on the Manchester United Bandwagon Express have a simple, implicit belief that Sir Alex Ferguson knows best, even when he goes out and signs an out-of-form crock like Michael Owen.
Tottenham fans are rightly delighted with Harry Redknapp after three straight wins and Burnley are understandably proud of Owen Coyle.
Hull folk, one assumes, have had enough of Phil Brown, while Portsmouth supporters appreciate Paul Hart won't do much with a decimated squad.
Chelsea is an interesting case. Even when he led the club to back-to-back titles in 2005 and 2006, was Jose Mourinho really loved? Now the blue boys have churned through Avram Grant, Big Phil Scolari and Guus Hiddink, and Carlo Ancelotti is the fifth manager in two years.
Then there's our Rafa.
Liverpool fans feel a mix of emotions about Mr Benitez.
They respect his style and approach and the fact his results across the board have been basically very good.
But they tear their hair out at a recruitment policy that delivered such gems as Mark Gonzalez, Jan Kromkamp and the immortal Andrea Dossena, and has resulted in Liverpool having the weakest squad of perhaps the top six teams in the league.
They love him for the miracle of Istanbul, where Liverpool came from 3-0 down to Milan at half-time to win the greatest European Cup final in history.
But they question how he can not find the tactical nous to turn draws against teams like Fulham, Stoke and Hull into three precious points.
I don't sense much flat-out belief that Rafa is going to deliver Liverpool's first title in two decades.
Hope, yes. But there's always been hope.
On the subject of Burnley, the giant-killers, I can't help but think they are this season's Hull. The Clarets will charge ahead till Christmas, then fade rapidly in the second half of the season.
Otago's most famous (perhaps only) Burnley fan, Adam Binns, doesn't share my pessimism.
"If this carries on I will have to start thinking of booking tickets to far flung places like Madrid, and Barcelona, and Munich," Binns emailed me yesterday.
