RAWK Goes Into Meltdown 2015-16 Edition

Brendan has assembled quite a squad. Oh Lord we are in deep trouble.

The penny has dropped with some. And astonishingly, they still have a better squad than us.

Some still support Rodgers.

I still Remember fergie being on the brink and wanting him to stay cos he was shit
 
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Look at the CV of each of the managers of the club's that finished in the top four last year. Then look at the CV of our manager. Pretty big gulf in the quality there.
DId they just praised LVG there :eek: something is very wrong with them.

Also this beauty:
we had the modern day shankly in dalglish......threw it away too soon
 
It's the hope that kills, have we seen their October fixtures btw?

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You won't believe this isn't made-up...until you see who the poster is:

Andy@Allerton said:
The castle brooded darkly below the scudding clouds of night. From time to time as the winds moved the clouds, the angry yellow moon beamed down upon the highest tower where a fitful light glared defiantly outwards.
Within that topmost chamber, King Rodgers brooded darkly upon the dying embers of the fire. The moldering formation he had stuck with for so long mouldered there betwixt sparks that lit his eyes like the afterimages of shooting stars.
He looked up warily as Sir Lancelot returned from that topmost window. "The natives, sire." he spake. "They have come. Their burning torches light the way almost to the sea!"
"How fare the guards?" asked the King
"They fare well, sire. Some are at ye defence, yet. But more falter every hour as our battles stumble and wane."
The King brooded longer. Then his eyes moved to the silent spectre at his side. "Merlin!" he commanded briskly. "What do thine eyes see within those smouldering fires?"
The magician pondered briefly. Then looked up. Eyes bright with knowledge. "My Lord!" Spake the man. "Come! Let us look at the stars that mine eyes can see beyond these walls, so grim, so dark!"
So they moved to the battlements, and from there spied the torchlights seeming to lead to the sea, but the angry chants and groans could not be heard from such a lofty perch.
"Look!" Commanded the mage sternly when they were atop that ghastly peak. "Thou canst see the great stalwart!" And it was true. A bright star stood alone, defiant, proud and silent. "In front of him, thou canst see upon the left and the right two stars which stand and cover the flanks, while allowing breaks to be covered on either side." And it was true, those avenues of defence and attack burned brightly in the heavens.
"And see, My Lord." The mage gestured, light flaring from his staff, quickly extinguished. "Those two large bright staunch defenders. There! In the Centre. They work with all four as a unit and one that is formidable to behold!" and it was true. The lone, last defender stood proud with the four ahead of him like granite obsidian.
"The rest of the puzzle comes quickly, My Liege!" he gestured and to complement those four mighty stars at the back, were four stars, brighter and more colourful glaring into the night with many colours and twists of flame. "Two in the centre shall help form their backbone! Between them, they shall share defence of thine kingdom, and attack, that we can push the struggle to thine enemies, and look! Those further out shall provide waves and waves of attack and movement!" Now the nine revealed stars all shone as brightly as the sun, so that the King had to shade his eyes in their glory.
"It seems so simple now." The king mused quietly. He waved his hand and two of the brightest starts suddenly flared into light - bringing the night into day and all eleven stars shone down, their brightness dwarfing even the soon-to-be rising sun from the East.
Far in the distance, the King could hear the crowds cheering and far away in the dark kingdom of his enemies could be heard the nervous fear of tens of thousands.
The King smiled in wonder.

http://www.redandwhitekop.com/forum/index.php?topic=323157.msg14144896#msg14144896
 
Was a very busy day for the mods over there yesterday.
You won't believe this isn't made-up...until you see who the poster is:



http://www.redandwhitekop.com/forum/index.php?topic=323157.msg14144896#msg14144896

What the absolute feck? When you think you have seen and heard it all, all one has to do is spend 2 minutes over there - what a delusional group that lot is. I seriously think that Poo fans should have their brains examined upon passing much like what the medical community is doing with retired NFL players.
 
Why even write something like that?

What can possibly be going through someone's head to make them say "yes, that seems like a great idea, lets commit that load of shite to print and put my name to it"

What a complete tool.
 
In fairness, I don't think anybody from RAWK even acknowledged his post. Most just carried on with pessimism and anger, ignoring whatever the hell that was he wrote.
 
I seriously think that Poo fans should have their brains examined upon passing much like what the medical community is doing with retired NFL players.

I really hope nothing ever happens to change them and dampen their poetic urges. I would lose hours of mirth and amusement if that ever happened
 
We live in a difficult world. For some, the hill shall be too steep to climb, there will be anger, there will be sadness, there will be the need for the soul to be calmed by increased medication...

they'll win tomorrow, can't go Norwich, Carlisle, Villa all at home and not win one, innit
 
It's surely tongue-in-cheek (at least, I hope so...) but, nonetheless, this stuff is killing me.

Andy@Allerton said:
Within that topmost chamber, King Rodgers brooded darkly upon the dying embers of the fire.
 
RAWK said:
I for one have faith that Sturridge and Ingsaghi are gonna be one hell of a strike-force.

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So both the castle and the king 'brooded darkly'. Within 2 lines of each other.

Even if it wasn't absolute wank about a formation (I think) it would still be absolute wank.
 
I love the way no one acknowledges it whatsoever.... Awkward as shit.
 
Nothing shows how good he's been quite like this.

I was on Bluemoon earlier and even there he was being complimented. :eek:
I'm starting to wonder if it's an elaborate prank, Martial is Bebe in disguise and all opposition fans are in on it.
 
You won't believe this isn't made-up...until you see who the poster is:



http://www.redandwhitekop.com/forum/index.php?topic=323157.msg14144896#msg14144896
The moldering formation he had stuck with for so long mouldered
Reminds me of Blackadder, "you twist and turn like a twisty turney thing!"

Of course, they had clever writing, and were taking the piss.

An English teacher would probably beat Andy to death with a copy of Creative Writing for Dummies, if they read that crap.
 
When Lovren got injured they had to close the thread on him and warn posters that celebrating his injury was a bannable offence. YAWN lol
 
I found it rather inspirational, meself.

''The badly holed ship moved slowly across the Red Sea, limping through the malevolent shrouding veils of fog, her sail barely filled by the languid thrust of the wind. Only blessed prayer, dedicated to the Goddess of Knackered Ankles could save the doomed vessel now.''
 
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When Lovren got injured they had to close the thread on him and warn posters that celebrating his injury was a bannable offence. YAWN lol
It was even better than that, a separate thread was created (and locked) by a mod to head off any potential celebration when he got hurt:

I hate that I feel the need to post this, but I can foresee the bloodbath of the post match topic. Lovren is a Liverpool player, and will be treated with respect on here. Any crowing, jubilation or celebration of his injury will lead to a warning / ban.

:lol:
 
Yeah, the open-top bus stuff was a bit much.
 
For some reason I'm reminded of Byron's 'Darkness'. Which is ironic, given that Byron actually wrote that poem about RAWK.

'The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd'
 
What the actual feck is that?

OK, I admit - I stopped reading after the first sentence. I knew it was going to be the usual rubbish.
Then you missed something special. I'm a better person for having read that.
 
C'mon Brentan we need you here! Looking forward to a win Vs Villa and all the limited optimism that comes with it :p

It's a difficult choice today, a loss or a draw and I'd imagine he's gone. But I never want them to win.


It's like killing the goose to get the golden eggs.
 
Stevie Lad is not a RAWK God anymore :(
It seems clear that Gerrard suffers from from some sort of inferiority complex.
Needs to shut his fecking gob, don't want him to be another ex player I grow to hate.
Damn if he continues in this manner, he is going to turn out to be a bigger bellend than Owen when he returns to commentate on SKY after retiring.
Wouldn't want him anywhere near the club as coach, insecure mouthpiece.
Feet of Clay
My face at every new extract (from Gerrard's Biography)
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and the people in the background - every other PL fan...