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Seriously? All these quotes can't be from the actual book... surely. It's too good to be true.
3 is real
I feel that the first 2 are possible but I did have to make them up
Seriously? All these quotes can't be from the actual book... surely. It's too good to be true.
I'm a Man Utd fan but I do feel sorry for him at times. Should have won at least 1 league title.
Disagree.
If he really wanted to prove himself and win the title rather than thinking he can haul Liverpool over the line himself (which is why he stayed cuz his own ego is MASSIVE) he'd have left and joined Chelsea to win the prem
Never felt sorry for him
Can't stand the man.
None of them - Gerrard, Lampard, Rooney etc etc - are though. None of them made any significant mark on World Cup tournaments, and rarely in the Euros. This is the plain truth about our top English/British talents: they're second-tier players, not world class, and are big fishes in a PL goldfish bowl. If not, where are their international tournament medals, where are their Ballon D'Or awards? I don't believe my opinion is even vaguely controversial.
Thunderous cuntery there Steve.Quote from Gerrard on that stamp-
"We had stood off United in the first half and made very few tackles. It went against everything built into my DNA. Tackling and collisions mattered against Manchester United.
While we waited for the second half to start, I looked around Anfield, my ancient battleground, and did a last few warm-ups, rotating my torso from the hips, tugging at my shorts, impatient for the game to get under way.
The game restarted, I went in hard with a fair, but slamming tackle on Juan Mata. I cleaned out Mata, who went flying, and I won the ball.
I was involved again, immediately, as Ander Herrera came hurtling towards me to shut down space. I was too quick for him. I completed a simple pass as Herrera came flying in with his sliding tackle. His right leg stretched out invitingly on the Anfield turf. I couldn't stop myself. Without even giving myself time to think I brought my left foot stamping down on Herrera. I felt my studs sink into his flesh just above the ankle. It had to have hurt him."
There's not even a single moment in this passage that he is sort for his actions. That is sickening.Quote from Gerrard on that stamp-
"We had stood off United in the first half and made very few tackles. It went against everything built into my DNA. Tackling and collisions mattered against Manchester United.
While we waited for the second half to start, I looked around Anfield, my ancient battleground, and did a last few warm-ups, rotating my torso from the hips, tugging at my shorts, impatient for the game to get under way.
The game restarted, I went in hard with a fair, but slamming tackle on Juan Mata. I cleaned out Mata, who went flying, and I won the ball.
I was involved again, immediately, as Ander Herrera came hurtling towards me to shut down space. I was too quick for him. I completed a simple pass as Herrera came flying in with his sliding tackle. His right leg stretched out invitingly on the Anfield turf. I couldn't stop myself. Without even giving myself time to think I brought my left foot stamping down on Herrera. I felt my studs sink into his flesh just above the ankle. It had to have hurt him."
Sounds like he has been trying to take a page out of Roy Keane's book. He got slated for it lets see if Gerrard gets the same treatment.
Got the laugh at the "Anfield, my ancient battleground", he honestly thinks he's some kind of Roman gladiator. Cringe.
OK. Go read about the F1 2012 season then you will know.
He had the opportunity to play for big clubs who win things and decided not to so he could stay at Liverpool and be billy big balls, rather than one of many quality players at Chelsea or Bayern etc. mentally weak egocentric cockWhy not? He was certainly good enough too. And he was unlucky a few times.
"When I saw Rafa taking Fernando off I felt my heart sink, this was my year. I had come so close the previous season and here I was at what was supposed to be my crowning season, the one where all my dreams came to be staring at the gaffer and shaking my head, I felt a pain like no other person could possibly feel"
"As Macheda curled that ball into the corner of the net I cried, I cried for myself because I knew that it was over, all that I had worked so hard for all season was over. I never forgave Villa for handing United the trophy that season, they will always be dirt to me, utter filth. I cried all night long."
List these five midfield players in order: Gerrard, Keane, Lampard, Scholes, Vieira.
Keane No 1. The rest? They’re all different. Frank’s the best goalscoring midfielder, Scholes the best footballer, Vieira the most difficult opponent... I loved playing against all of them.
None of them - Gerrard, Lampard, Rooney etc etc - are though. None of them made any significant mark on World Cup tournaments, and rarely in the Euros. This is the plain truth about our top English/British talents: they're second-tier players, not world class, and are big fishes in a PL goldfish bowl. If not, where are their international tournament medals, where are their Ballon D'Or awards? I don't believe my opinion is even vaguely controversial.
3 is real
I feel that the first 2 are possible but I did have to make them up
Its not controversial, but it is wrong all the same for the obvious reasons that that would mean Ronaldo and Messi werent world class because, where are their international medals? Ok they have a few Ballon D or awards that dont really mean much since players can win that then disappear off the radar (kaka) but that would also mean there have only been two world class players in the last 7 or so years.
Lampard finished second in the BDO, Gerrard third and all of these players have made countless european XI's. Lampard, Gerrard, Scholes, Rooney etc were all undoubtedly world class once, this is not even up for debate.
''there was only me trying and Stoke were proving a real handful.... I scored and urged the lads to raise their game... we were only 5-1 down...''
''Palace were in town for my send off... it was obviously going to be an emotional day for the fans... we were getting battered, but should have had at least 4 penalties in the first half...''
''my penis was hanging off... could I play on Tuesday, I pondered bravely... as the Doc stitched it back together''
In the most undignified, boastful way possible.
It reads like a parody. He comes across as a jumped up prick to be honest.
A completely different sport that has no relevance to this?
Is this it? I'm not sure of the name or if it even has one.
The fact that he apologised to the fans and his teammates for letting them down, but not to Ander for going mental and stomping on him really tells you everything you need to know about what a classless cnut he is. Stomping on someones outstretched leg (and in the ankle-region no less) while they're on the ground is a pretty shitty thing to do, seeing as it's a pretty good way to break it.There's not even a single moment in this passage that he is sort for his actions. That is sickening.
I almost wish that he had slipped last season as a karma but the fact that he slipped at all is just too funny
He obviously thinks every team mate and manager has let him down in his pursuit of a PL title.Steven Gerrard: Why I Cry.
The autobiography.
Can you imagine being his ghostwriter? Watching Gerrard cry everytime you bring up any small defeat.
Anybody that tells you Ashley Cole wasn't a world class left back ( I hate that term) isn't worth listening to.
Of all the English players to have played during the supposed golden generation, Cole excelled in his position moreso than any other. A genuinely fantastic defender.
A little bit of regret from Stevie G
Apparently thinks he would just have displaced greatest-English-midfielder-of-his-generation Paul Scholes. Because clearly a load of bluster and charging around would have been missing in a side containing Roy Keane...
don't think Rafa Benitez liked me as a person. I'm not sure why, but that's the feeling I got from him. It probably started even before he spoke to me, when he met my mum.
Rafa was appointed as Liverpool's manager in June 2004 — and I was playing for England in the Euros in Portugal that summer.
Even though he was being replaced by Rafa, Gerard Houllier still loved Liverpool and he remained very close to me. He and my mum flew out to Portugal to watch me play for England against Croatia — and they bumped into Rafa.
Gerard introduced Rafa to my mum. Rafa shook her hand, said hello and then immediately asked her a very blunt question: 'Does Steven like money?'
Apart from a standard 'Hello... good to meet you' introduction, those were the first words Rafa said to my mum. I thought: 'What kind of question is that?'
I can pick up the phone and speak to all of my previous Liverpool managers. Except for Rafa.
It's a shame because we probably shared the biggest night of both our careers — the 2005 Champions League victory in Istanbul — and yet there is no bond between us.
I used to think he favoured our Spanish-speakers. He was an especially big fan of South American players, which is fine. It caused no problem between us.
At press conferences he might call other players by their first name but I was always 'Gerrard'. It was the same in the dressing room. He would read out the team and use nicknames. But, for me, it would just be 'Gerrard'.
One time he did suffer a meltdown involving Manchester United and Sir Alex Ferguson. I went home from training that Friday lunchtime and switched on the TV. Rafa sat down with his usual half-smile. It looked likely to be a normal press conference, but then he reached into his pocket for a piece of paper.
He spread it out on the table and began to read out one 'fact' after another. Rafa kept saying 'fact... fact... fact...' and I could not believe what I was hearing. I was grabbing the couch, digging my fingers into the arms, feeling embarrassed for him.
Rafa started by saying that maybe Manchester United 'are nervous because we are at the top of the table'. I thought: 'Uh oh, what's happening here?'
It seemed so unlike Rafa to talk in such an emotional way. You could see the anger in him. 'I want to talk about facts,' Rafa said. 'I want to be clear, I do not want to play mind games too early, although they seem to want to start. But I have seen some facts.'
Rafa went off on a ramble about how Manchester United and 'Mr Ferguson' had not been properly punished for various misdemeanours. He listed dates and incidents and concluded that 'Mr Ferguson is the only manager in the league that cannot be punished for these things'.
He then railed against the fixture list and the timing of matches being skewed in United's favour. Rafa was sounding muddled and bitter and paranoid. He was humiliating himself. It was a disaster. I couldn't understand Rafa's thinking in wanting to take on Ferguson, a master of mind games, when we were sitting so calmly on top of the table early into a new year.
When I met up with England all the Manchester United players told me Fergie was just laughing at Rafa, saying: 'I've got him. I've got him.'
Rafa made a lot of decisions with himself in mind. He wanted power and control. I didn't like it. Fighting with the board, other managers and the press wasn't the Liverpool way
Quote from Gerrard on that stamp-
"We had stood off United in the first half and made very few tackles. It went against everything built into my DNA. Tackling and collisions mattered against Manchester United.
While we waited for the second half to start, I looked around Anfield, my ancient battleground, and did a last few warm-ups, rotating my torso from the hips, tugging at my shorts, impatient for the game to get under way.
The game restarted, I went in hard with a fair, but slamming tackle on Juan Mata. I cleaned out Mata, who went flying, and I won the ball.
I was involved again, immediately, as Ander Herrera came hurtling towards me to shut down space. I was too quick for him. I completed a simple pass as Herrera came flying in with his sliding tackle. His right leg stretched out invitingly on the Anfield turf. I couldn't stop myself. Without even giving myself time to think I brought my left foot stamping down on Herrera. I felt my studs sink into his flesh just above the ankle. It had to have hurt him."
Sounds like he has been trying to take a page out of Roy Keane's book. He got slated for it lets see if Gerrard gets the same treatment.
Got the laugh at the "Anfield, my ancient battleground", he honestly thinks he's some kind of Roman gladiator. Cringe.