Vibhas
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They're 1-0 down against West Brom; apparently the lad scored a screamer too.
Gonna love RAWK tomorrow when they lose!
Gonna love RAWK tomorrow when they lose!
A thought: Maybe Agger got himself sent off to become a less attractive purchase in the coming two weeks.
Wrote this in bits during work, so it's a little piecemeal, but as it's still in my tabs on my browser I might as well post it.
The nation is still basking in the warm glow of an Olympic sunset; for those of that persuasion, thoughts of football are only just yawning and stretching into life. For some, the Olympics has done much to reinforce the belief that football is played in an increasingly vacuous bubble. Whilst that may be a statement with some merit, it's a bubble we have an unflinching addiction towards. It is here and it is now.
However, London's much vaunted games and its after effects, may reveal a hitherto unacknowledged bonus. they might prove to be a subtle, but telling punctuation point between an old era and a new; for as far as the memory still holds fond for Dalglish and his microtenure we find ourselves in a brave new world - some (although not all) of the pain eased, some of the memories tempered.
Yesterday, Tom Werner was quoted as saying: "It is critical we make the Champions League because there is so much revenue associated with that"; and should purported transfers materialise in the coming hours or days then there is no reason to doubt the validity of Liverpool's Champions League credentials. If the prospect of a return to those days isn't enough to get the palette tingling, then little else will.
On a forum not renowned for picking the lottery numbers prior to the draw, we simply cannot predict the future. However, there is much to indicate that under Rodgers, the future will be anything but bleak (we signed a man nicknamed The Ferrari, what could possibly go wrong). The start of the season suddenly doesn't look all that bad.
In less than 15 hours time, we will be in the thick of it. We will, and only then, truly find out whether Rodgers' masterplan is being acted out. And for our players where their stage is seen by the whole world, it would be remiss not to finish with some prose.
Shakespeare's timeless passage from Henry V is oft quoted in periods of strife, or in the vain attempt to inspire an athletic collective in B-grade Hollywood movies. It is, in the context of the current state of Liverpool football club, emotive. I will leave those who read this, to ponder it and to stir the soul for the denouement of the first of 36 glorious acts.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Stevie, Liverpool, and Saint Brendan!'
I commend this statement to the house and let's smash them.
Ok Ref good work mate
Unbe fecking lievable, who gave Phil Dowd his job? The answer to that question must be Alex Ferguson because I see much more consistent and reasonable refereeing in each and every League Two game than Dowd or Webb can provide on their best day
Wow. So gutted right now. All that build up and positivity and then this.
Same old fecking shit. Had to take one of my blood pressure tablets watching that. Seething I am, absolutely fecking seething.
Seriously. Phil Dowd. Yellow to Suarez for... nothing. Yellow for Lucas for... absofeckinglutely nothing. Pen for Agger bump outside of area... dubious. Red for Agger bump outside of area... scandalous. Pen for Skrtel trying to clear... guy should never officiate another game, and we should get to replay this one. fecking prick
That was humiliation for me. Really.
Shocking refereeing
How can football not have an appeals system for referee decisions.
Oh, and Phil Dowd *wanker*
What did we do to Phil Dowds family?
Same old fecking shit. Had to take one of my blood pressure tablets watching that. Seething I am, absolutely fecking seething.
Not many positives, but I still believe we looked good in the first half, defiantly title winning ability.
It's been a problem for years. Things go against us (an offside here, a booking there), we concede against the run of play, the heads drop and we go into a shell
Not many positives, but I still believe we looked good in the first half, defiantly title winning ability.
but how bent can the bloody refs be? Can hardly remember a more one-sided display than by that fecker today. So fecking sick of it :-/
It's been a problem for years. Things go against us (an offside here, a booking there), we concede against the run of play, the heads drop and we go into a shellsuit
why ? why? why?
What has LFC done to deserve this?!
This is unreal!
Suarez finishing in the main is fecking abysmal.
The moment Suarez missed that fecking header supplied by Johnson I know we're screwed.
......Nothing to do with Dowds family mate! Believe me you will all discover one day that our mysterious bad luck is all down to a certain newspaper mogul who owns the premier league, has the FA in his pocket and hates scousers!
Same old fecking shit. Had to take one of my blood pressure tablets watching that.
Get Rafa back!! Gawd!! How I've missed him!!