RAWK Goes Into Meltdown | 2013/14

Offside said:
It's the bitterness of such long spells of failure after huge success. I'm not having a dig but that's the truth.
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It's not. I grew up after United dominance through the 70's and 80's and we were never like this.
 
moses said:
It's not. I grew up after United dominance through the 70's and 80's and we were never like this.
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I seem to remember it abit, the bitterness. I suppose not the delusion though.

I do think that the fall from being the benchmark of success in England and Europe has lead to delusions and the poems etc as a sort of defence and trying to portray themselves as some spiritual club and remind everybody of what they used to be to make up for not being it anymore.

Then, when they do get a sniff of success it leads to extreme levels of this.

Like the corruption claims and conspiracy theories is that they just feel nothing ever goes for them and it's an angry sort of tantrum to so many years not winning the League.

As you said though, we never really did that though so maybe it's just a scouse thing.
 
I see there are quite a few 'Well Suarez wasn't THAT good' style posts creeping in on Rawk. I think they will get a shock next season without him.
 
moses said:
It's not. I grew up after United dominance through the 70's and 80's and we were never like this.
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We were always the bigger team dispite them winning all the time which they hated then we were winning everything and they lost it all.
 
"Football? Bloody hell!", as Bill Shankly once said.

By the final chapter of this book I was kneeling on the floor of my living room, floods of tears pattering onto my replica kit, wailing like a hysterical gibbon. My dogs, Rushie and Aldo, wailed in solidarity with me. They understood; my wife didn't. I felled her with a right hook.

Imagine if all you ever wanted was a carrot cake, and then, after 25 years without one, you see your most loyal friend walking towards your house smiling, carrying a carrot cake with your name on it. As he reaches your drive, he tumbles calamitously into a ditch. You rush out to find him writhing in agony amongst a cakey-muddy mess, a hungry raven pecking at his flesh. That is how we Liverpool fans feel about the 13/14 season (the raven is Tony Pulis, by the way).

This book is not just some cynical cash-in to make money out of Irish people. Paul Tomkins has truly encapsulated the modern-day Liverpool Football Club experience in literary form: the misty-eyed sentimentality, the endless self-mythologizing and, above all, the abject, humiliating failure. YAWN.
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What a fantastic book. I read this in my living room, dressed in my brand new full kit, with my brand new Warrior Sports Shinnies in, surrounded by my favourite flags and posters of legends of years gone by looking down from the walls - Mark Walters, Steve Harkness, Dean Saunders, Sean Dundee. Fellow reds who understand me. Who understand what the book is saying. We shared this brilliance together.
At times i openly wept, as i remembered the beautiful performances described so graphically - Brendan had us back to our best. Our trophy, that we have never won, was coming home. Sadly, because of Chelsea, the FA and the bitters it wasn’t to be. I looked wistfully down at my new shirt, and noticed I had spilt some Gravy from my meat pie (did I mention I always eat a meat pie after I weep, no? well I do) all down the front. Not to worry, i never leave my living room anyway. Especially not now. I can just read this book over and over again. At Pace. Best season ever. Best book ever. YAWN
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This is the story of the season when United, Chelsea and City didn't seem interested in winning the title, leaving the field clear for Brendan Rodgers' remarkable Liverpool side to mount a title challenge, their first since before David De Gea was born (he's since grown up and won the title himself).

Brendan's remarkable young team, with an average age of just 25 years old, fought long and hard. Brendan proved he had an eye for a bargain during his first two years. Unlike bigger clubs, Liverpool just cannot compete financially, and the Irishman was faced with the unenviable task of spending just £100,000,000 on players. Managerial genius that he is (as seen on Being Colon Liverpool, also available on Amazon), he spent it shrewdly. Joe "the Welsh Xavi" Allen, the 7 foot 6 inches collosus, was brought in for just £15,000,000, though Rodgers admitted that he would have paid "many millions more". Fabio Borini, the former Chelsea legend, cost a mere £10,000,000, although he was loaned to relegation candidates Sunderland at the beginning of the season. And who could forget defensive lynchpin Mamadou Sakho, just 15,000,000 of your English pounds. Brodge, as he is affectionately known at Anfield, also managed to pull off a huge coup, signing two time Premier League winner Kolo Toure on a free transfer, and convincing him to give of his best for just £100,000 every 7 (SEVEN) days.

Having convinced some of Europe's brightest young talents to join his Anfield revolution, Brodge was off to a flier, despite talisman and moral compass Luis Suarez missing the first part of the season through suspension. This would be the fourth consecutive season where Suarez had served such a ban, but Brodge's spirit would not be dampened. With Studge in the form of his young life, Liverpool shot to the top of the table following a difficult start with Stoke Citry, Aston Villa, Swansea City, Southampton, Sunderland, Crystal Palace, Newcastle United and West Bromwich Albion as 8 of their first 9 games.

The difficult times were to come. Shocking decisions went against Liverpool over Christmas, particularly in games against Manchester City and Chelsea, and whilst Liverpool also benefited from bad decisions, everybody knows that you ignore these when bemoaning your bad luck. Brodge is made of stern stuff though. Liverpool bounced back, thrashing Arsenal 5-1 in February. It was Arsenal's worst defeat since Manchester City put 6 past them in, erm, December the previous year. But whatever.

Liverpool topped the table, going into the big one. Chelsea came to town, and it all went to pot.

The night before the game, Sir Alex Ferguson and Jim Smith concocted a wicked spell, hypnotising Liverpool fans into causing a ruckus outside the Chelsea team hotel to disturb the Chelsea players. The following morning, Alan Davies forced Liverpool supporters to serenade their team coach with chants of "We're gonna win the league" as it approached Anfield. These two heinous acts would tempt the fates, and it wasn't in Liverpool Football Club's favour.

In front of a quiet Anfield crowd, Steven "We go again" Gerrard slipped on his ****, and gave it to Demba Ba, and Liverpool's title challenge was going up in smoke. Some blamed Jose Mourinho for his spoiling tactics. In a match where Liverpool only needed a draw, against one of the most tactically astute managers of modern times, Brodge decided to play 3 up front. Not sure why. Only joking. Because he's a managerial genius, THAT'S WHY. Chelsea picked them off at will, winning 2-0 at Anfield. Shameful behaviour from Jose Mourinho, to be sure.

The following Monday, Liverpool needed to win to give themselves half a chance. 3-0 up at Palace with 15 minutes to go, victory looked assured. But....wait.....what comes next is a spoiler.

If you want to know, you'll have to read the book.
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:lol:
 
"Football? Bloody hell!", as Bill Shankly once said.

By the final chapter of this book I was kneeling on the floor of my living room, floods of tears pattering onto my replica kit, wailing like a hysterical gibbon. My dogs, Rushie and Aldo, wailed in solidarity with me. They understood; my wife didn't. I felled her with a right hook.

Imagine if all you ever wanted was a carrot cake, and then, after 25 years without one, you see your most loyal friend walking towards your house smiling, carrying a carrot cake with your name on it. As he reaches your drive, he tumbles calamitously into a ditch. You rush out to find him writhing in agony amongst a cakey-muddy mess, a hungry raven pecking at his flesh. That is how we Liverpool fans feel about the 13/14 season (the raven is Tony Pulis, by the way).

This book is not just some cynical cash-in to make money out of Irish people. Paul Tomkins has truly encapsulated the modern-day Liverpool Football Club experience in literary form: the misty-eyed sentimentality, the endless self-mythologizing and, above all, the abject, humiliating failure. YAWN.
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:lol: :lol:

This is incredible.
 
Not sure if this is the right thread to post this in but I have seen that #askcarra is trending in England on twitter. Some of the questions people are asking him :lol:
 
"Imagine if all you ever wanted was a carrot cake, and then, after 25 years without one, you see your most loyal friend walking towards your house smiling, carrying a carrot cake with your name on it. As he reaches your drive, he tumbles calamitously into a ditch. You rush out to find him writhing in agony amongst a cakey-muddy mess, a hungry raven pecking at his flesh. That is how we Liverpool fans feel about the 13/14 season (the raven is Tony Pulis, by the way)."
:lol:
 
Raul Madrid said:
"Imagine if all you ever wanted was a carrot cake, and then, after 25 years without one, you see your most loyal friend walking towards your house smiling, carrying a carrot cake with your name on it. As he reaches your drive, he tumbles calamitously into a ditch. You rush out to find him writhing in agony amongst a cakey-muddy mess, a hungry raven pecking at his flesh. That is how we Liverpool fans feel about the 13/14 season (the raven is Tony Pulis, by the way)."
:lol:
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The friend in question is Steven Gerrard I assume. :lol:
 
"This book is not just some cynical cash-in to make money out of Irish people."

Hehe.
 
marukomu said:
This isn't from RAWK is it?
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The quotes are from the commentary section on amazon for the following book:

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I've got an idea for a book.

RAWK Meltdown: Fact or fiction

Someone should find the most deluded ten posts over the past few seasons from our annual meltdown thread and then get the most creative of us lot to make up ten posts/threads up (obviously they'd have to be lengthy posts) and see if anyone can correctly differentiate them. A bit like that 'Daily Mail comments or BNP forum' or whatever it was but for Liverpool fans.
 
John Aldridge(Wanker) said the other day that Robben, James Rodriguez and Benzema are the signings Liverpool should be making..
He also that they would be most open to joining a club of Liverpool's stature...

It just doesn't stop at RAWK....I actually hate scousers
 
The departure of Suarez could put us in the back pages for the wrong reasons or solidify Brendan Rodgers' reputation on the Iron Throne.
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lol
 
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