Guys, you're missing the part Kostur 'corrected' in that quote! 
Steven Gerrard
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Dignified? Crying on the pitch because he thought he'd won something? Crooks is a tool.
I'm not posting in this thread anymore. The season is done, Gerrard has been outed as the sham f*ck that he is, a coward, a loser.
I'm not posting in this thread anymore. The season is done, Gerrard has been outed as the sham f*ck that he is, a coward, a loser.
And Lallana. I mean, he was great this season, but good enough for the Prem's best 11? I can't help but think that Garth only put him in because he's English...
Why the seperation between English and overall? If anything, it just highlights that English players aren't the most important attacking players in the league.
arguably best player of his generation??? 
Amazing that people get paid for writing such drivel.
Amazing that people get paid for writing such drivel.Let us never forget that Garth Crooks is off his tits.
Gerrard had his chance to win the league and completely bottled it.
He fell on his arse, then spent the rest of the game being Steven Gerrard, trying to be roy of the rovers. It became as per usual the Steven Gerrard show. I'm sure there was a point where rather than Gerrard the usual corner take, Aspas started taking them. Why? So Gerrard could try and get on the end of it all and score.
Then, against Palace, as Liverpool captain he should of calmed them down. It's unbelievable that they drew that. He could of put the ball out of the park and just told them all to calm down. He's meant to be a leader in that side.
Technically, Gerrard is brilliant. But, he puts himself ahead of the needs of the team far too often. I actually think if Liverpool replaced him with someone who could actually control a midfield next year they'd be a far better side. If they had Alonso rather than Gerrard playing that deep quarter back role for them, I think they'd of done better this year.
He fell on his arse, then spent the rest of the game being Steven Gerrard, trying to be roy of the rovers. It became as per usual the Steven Gerrard show. I'm sure there was a point where rather than Gerrard the usual corner take, Aspas started taking them. Why? So Gerrard could try and get on the end of it all and score.
Then, against Palace, as Liverpool captain he should of calmed them down. It's unbelievable that they drew that. He could of put the ball out of the park and just told them all to calm down. He's meant to be a leader in that side.
Technically, Gerrard is brilliant. But, he puts himself ahead of the needs of the team far too often. I actually think if Liverpool replaced him with someone who could actually control a midfield next year they'd be a far better side. If they had Alonso rather than Gerrard playing that deep quarter back role for them, I think they'd of done better this year.
Everytime a Kopite tries to praise him or discuss from now on my response will be always " Remember that time he slipped and lost you the league though " until they stop even mentioning him.
http://www.sundayworld.com/sport/op...baller-of-his-generation#.U3JtOM7M1J4.twitter
Why Stevie G is most self-obsessed footballer of his generation
Tuesday 13th May 2014
● ROY CURTISBy Roy Curtis
AS Liverpool buckled this past fortnight, the scale of the surrender to sentiment and the Great Myth of Steven Gerrard became apparent.
Essentially the leader who went AWOL at the decisive hour, who could offer only blubbering sobs when his troops needed direction, who abandoned his post in the heat of battle, somehow emerged with a Purple Heart pinned to his tear-stained chest.
Even the Fourth Estate chose to raise the white flag to the fairy story of Stevie G when the Football Writers’ Association arrived at the absurd conclusion that here was the second-best performer in the Premier League over the past nine months.
Straight faces were maintained at their London hooley as they deemed Gerrard’s body of work superior to Eden Hazard and, quite preposterously, Yaya Toure, the peerless touchstone against whom every midfield portfolio must be measured.
Distil the difference between Manchester City and Liverpool down to its essence, investigate why the former will lifted the title on Sunday as the latter wallow in a river of misery, and it is impossible to walk away from a pair of damning conclusions.
Firstly, the team that the Kop, in its ravenous hunger for a new age of prosperity, chose to prematurely deem soldiers of destiny, cannot defend: Liverpool leaked 23 goals more than Chelsea, 12 more than City, seven more, even, than a hapless Manchester United.
Secondly, in terms of leadership and inspiration at critical junctures from its midfield talisman, the contribution of Toure – one which goes way beyond his stunning 20 league goals input – dwarfs that of Gerrard, renders it a nothing.
These two flaws fatally merged at Crystal Palace when Gerrard, deemed Europe’s pre-eminent controlling midfielder by his manager, became the very opposite, a vision of disorganised chaos, as the Eagles landed three killer blows.
This is not to say that Gerrard had a poor season, not at all. But to deem him among the brightest stars in the season’s constellation is simply a work of fiction, a sop to saccharine-induced nostalgia.
It says much for the Englishman’s genius for self-promotion that he would garner more first preference votes than the transcendent Ivorian in the Player of the Year poll conducted by those who scribble about the game on a daily basis.
Here is a triumph of mush over substance, the creation of the greatest fable since the days of Aesop.
Perhaps the writers, like Gerrard himself against Chelsea in what has emerged as the defining image of the season and a treasure trove for parody, had suffered a cataclysmic, collective and concussive slip that had scrambled their senses.
Liverpool fans tend to rewrite history when it comes to the player who did just about everything in his power to board the Chelsea express in 2004 (Google his quotes from that time) until thuggish threats to his family persuaded him to step back.
And in the process Gerrard has become half man, half folk-ballad.
Second-best in England this season? He wasn’t even remotely close to being second best at his own club.
In truth, he ranked somewhere between the fourth and eighth most valuable player at Liverpool.
Unquestionably adrift of Luis Suarez, Daniel Sturridge and Raheem Sterling, any honest internal poll would have him jostling with Jordan Henderson, Philippe Coutinho and Simon Mignolet for the minor placings in a thrilling year of rebirth.
Gerrard was not in the top 20 performers in England.
Of those who can loosely be termed midfielders, he trailed Toure, Hazard, David Silva, Willian, Fernandinho, Adam Lallana, Santi Cazorla and, perhaps, Henderson. Aaron Ramsey in his three months of fitness was a vividly more stellar figure.
Those who observed Gerrard’s comically inept display against Aston Villa at Anfield in January could only assume Brendan Rodgers had spent the evening socialising with the ghosts of Hunter S Thompson, Oliver Reed and George Best when he recently deemed Gerrard “the best in European football in a controlling role”.
Where was the control when he keeled over like a bullet-ridden Bambi against Chelsea?
If that was a cruel taunt from the heavens, there was no outside influence as Liverpool blew that three-goal lead at Palace last week.
A holding midfielder of substance – a Keane, a Vieira, – would have stood up in the face of such impertinence from the underclasses, would have stamped their authority on the south London turf and crushed any hint of a proletariat uprising.
Gerrard – all General MacArthur in his public utterances before the game – merely dissolved into the night.
The man who has shamelessly played to the Sky Sports lens these past few weeks was suddenly pushing the camera away, railing against the very intrusions he had not only invited, but demanded after each decisive Liverpool step forward.
It is true he enjoyed a memorable afternoon as City were downed, but would that helter-skelter contest have followed the same storyline had the immense Toure not been ambushed by injury in the early minutes?
If Rodgers in that earlier quote was referring to his skipper’s capacity to “control” the perceptions surrounding him then perhaps he had a point.
Gerrard is England’s captain and he is peerless at one aspect of the modern game: Feeding the Great Myth.
Whether it is through tears or fist-pumping rallying cries or the smitten, innocent-in-love badge kissing, he creates the illusion of being the ultimate team-player.
In truth, Gerrard is a credible rival to Cristiano Ronaldo and Zlatan Ibrahimovich for the title of most self-obsessed footballer of his generation.
Yet so many fall for the great delusion of Stevie G, the unbending one-club man.
Whether it is turning on the tear-taps or morphing into Russell Crowe after the victory over City when gathering his players in a post-match huddle for his mortifying Gladiator speech, his genius is to cultivate this image as Liverpool’s bastion.
He is the selfless hero, the fearless superintendent, the upholder of standards, the solid Scouser, the forever loyal Red, the man who will keep the darkness at bay.
The only problem is when the truth intrudes upon the narrative.
Like when night fell for Liverpool supporters on Sunday as City – despite being stripped of their world-class striker for most of the season – were crowned champions for the second time in three seasons.
Led by Toure, a midfield player from a different continent to Gerrard by birth; and a different planet when it comes to leadership and achievement.
Why Stevie G is most self-obsessed footballer of his generation
Tuesday 13th May 2014
● ROY CURTISBy Roy Curtis
AS Liverpool buckled this past fortnight, the scale of the surrender to sentiment and the Great Myth of Steven Gerrard became apparent.
Essentially the leader who went AWOL at the decisive hour, who could offer only blubbering sobs when his troops needed direction, who abandoned his post in the heat of battle, somehow emerged with a Purple Heart pinned to his tear-stained chest.
Even the Fourth Estate chose to raise the white flag to the fairy story of Stevie G when the Football Writers’ Association arrived at the absurd conclusion that here was the second-best performer in the Premier League over the past nine months.
Straight faces were maintained at their London hooley as they deemed Gerrard’s body of work superior to Eden Hazard and, quite preposterously, Yaya Toure, the peerless touchstone against whom every midfield portfolio must be measured.
Distil the difference between Manchester City and Liverpool down to its essence, investigate why the former will lifted the title on Sunday as the latter wallow in a river of misery, and it is impossible to walk away from a pair of damning conclusions.
Firstly, the team that the Kop, in its ravenous hunger for a new age of prosperity, chose to prematurely deem soldiers of destiny, cannot defend: Liverpool leaked 23 goals more than Chelsea, 12 more than City, seven more, even, than a hapless Manchester United.
Secondly, in terms of leadership and inspiration at critical junctures from its midfield talisman, the contribution of Toure – one which goes way beyond his stunning 20 league goals input – dwarfs that of Gerrard, renders it a nothing.
These two flaws fatally merged at Crystal Palace when Gerrard, deemed Europe’s pre-eminent controlling midfielder by his manager, became the very opposite, a vision of disorganised chaos, as the Eagles landed three killer blows.
This is not to say that Gerrard had a poor season, not at all. But to deem him among the brightest stars in the season’s constellation is simply a work of fiction, a sop to saccharine-induced nostalgia.
It says much for the Englishman’s genius for self-promotion that he would garner more first preference votes than the transcendent Ivorian in the Player of the Year poll conducted by those who scribble about the game on a daily basis.
Here is a triumph of mush over substance, the creation of the greatest fable since the days of Aesop.
Perhaps the writers, like Gerrard himself against Chelsea in what has emerged as the defining image of the season and a treasure trove for parody, had suffered a cataclysmic, collective and concussive slip that had scrambled their senses.
Liverpool fans tend to rewrite history when it comes to the player who did just about everything in his power to board the Chelsea express in 2004 (Google his quotes from that time) until thuggish threats to his family persuaded him to step back.
And in the process Gerrard has become half man, half folk-ballad.
Second-best in England this season? He wasn’t even remotely close to being second best at his own club.
In truth, he ranked somewhere between the fourth and eighth most valuable player at Liverpool.
Unquestionably adrift of Luis Suarez, Daniel Sturridge and Raheem Sterling, any honest internal poll would have him jostling with Jordan Henderson, Philippe Coutinho and Simon Mignolet for the minor placings in a thrilling year of rebirth.
Gerrard was not in the top 20 performers in England.
Of those who can loosely be termed midfielders, he trailed Toure, Hazard, David Silva, Willian, Fernandinho, Adam Lallana, Santi Cazorla and, perhaps, Henderson. Aaron Ramsey in his three months of fitness was a vividly more stellar figure.
Those who observed Gerrard’s comically inept display against Aston Villa at Anfield in January could only assume Brendan Rodgers had spent the evening socialising with the ghosts of Hunter S Thompson, Oliver Reed and George Best when he recently deemed Gerrard “the best in European football in a controlling role”.
Where was the control when he keeled over like a bullet-ridden Bambi against Chelsea?
If that was a cruel taunt from the heavens, there was no outside influence as Liverpool blew that three-goal lead at Palace last week.
A holding midfielder of substance – a Keane, a Vieira, – would have stood up in the face of such impertinence from the underclasses, would have stamped their authority on the south London turf and crushed any hint of a proletariat uprising.
Gerrard – all General MacArthur in his public utterances before the game – merely dissolved into the night.
The man who has shamelessly played to the Sky Sports lens these past few weeks was suddenly pushing the camera away, railing against the very intrusions he had not only invited, but demanded after each decisive Liverpool step forward.
It is true he enjoyed a memorable afternoon as City were downed, but would that helter-skelter contest have followed the same storyline had the immense Toure not been ambushed by injury in the early minutes?
If Rodgers in that earlier quote was referring to his skipper’s capacity to “control” the perceptions surrounding him then perhaps he had a point.
Gerrard is England’s captain and he is peerless at one aspect of the modern game: Feeding the Great Myth.
Whether it is through tears or fist-pumping rallying cries or the smitten, innocent-in-love badge kissing, he creates the illusion of being the ultimate team-player.
In truth, Gerrard is a credible rival to Cristiano Ronaldo and Zlatan Ibrahimovich for the title of most self-obsessed footballer of his generation.
Yet so many fall for the great delusion of Stevie G, the unbending one-club man.
Whether it is turning on the tear-taps or morphing into Russell Crowe after the victory over City when gathering his players in a post-match huddle for his mortifying Gladiator speech, his genius is to cultivate this image as Liverpool’s bastion.
He is the selfless hero, the fearless superintendent, the upholder of standards, the solid Scouser, the forever loyal Red, the man who will keep the darkness at bay.
The only problem is when the truth intrudes upon the narrative.
Like when night fell for Liverpool supporters on Sunday as City – despite being stripped of their world-class striker for most of the season – were crowned champions for the second time in three seasons.
Led by Toure, a midfield player from a different continent to Gerrard by birth; and a different planet when it comes to leadership and achievement.
Always felt the most bizarre thing Rafa did was trying to sell off Alonso so he could sign Barry. I never understood that.
Christ, Roy Curtis hasn't much time for Steven Gerrard.
His post-slip performance against Chelsea was as if someone was trying to create the complete opposite to Keane in Turin.
Stevie Me in a nutshell.
Stevie Me in a nutshell.
He got that Gerrard-to-Chelsea year wrong. It was summer 2005. http://www.theguardian.com/football/2005/jul/06/newsstory.sport6
The butterfly effect of that move going through... no Essien (probably goes to United), and no Ballack (probably goes to Real). Carrick may have remained at Spurs.
The butterfly effect of that move going through... no Essien (probably goes to United), and no Ballack (probably goes to Real). Carrick may have remained at Spurs.
Good article. Very true.
Poetic!
When I remember him answering to the question what has he said in the huddle after City game - Not of your business - in his squeaky macho style.
Article up there is great, he's such an actor..
And Garth Crooks and 'the best player of his generation'... My word, he's lost it.
Article up there is great, he's such an actor..
And Garth Crooks and 'the best player of his generation'... My word, he's lost it.
Great article. I can't wait till he's shown up once again on the biggest stage of all in the Summer
In truth Gerrard has been a liability for large parts of the season. He was shambolic vs Villa which Curtis mentions and even in the game vs City where he became the biggest attention whore of all time he played the deepest midfield role where his opponent was David Silva who proceeded to give him the run around and score twice.
Indeed. British journos are too far up his rear end to criticise him for it.
'It was the most emphatic display of selfishness I have seen on a football field'
Would love to see the reaction to that article on RAWK.
That's an awful article.
Offt. Bit brutal but kind of hits the nail on the head as well. It's what all of us can see except for Liverpool fans and the England loving media.
That article is the perfect counter-balance to much of the tripe I've seen banded around about him this season.
He was far from exceptional, could easily have been replaced and if he was, probably wouldn't have lost the title. Thought Liverpool were unbelievably arrogant pre-Crystanbul talking about how many they needed rather than actually winning the game; despite having struggled to beat City and Norwich and losing to Chelsea.
The team huddle thing suns him up. He perfectly coordinates it with the camera then pretends like he doesn't want people to know what he said. Quick to kiss the camera when he's scoring one of many very soft penalties awarded this season but wants to usher it away when he's bottled it. The limelight is non-negotiable. He'd been flirting with the media for weeks so that if Liverpool did win it, his name would have been at the forefront of all the plaudits.
I, for one, am glad that the 'neutrals favourites' Liverpool gravy train came crashing to a halt. They rode their luck marvellously during that run and the media had a love in. At the time I hated it but now I'm glad they built them up as they fell a lot harder.
All scouters I know are saying 'we're delighted with second' but deep down they know that this was a bottle job of the highest proportions. Were United fans happy with second in 2012? Probably. Were they, however, distraught knowing that we'd thrown it away? Absolutely.
It's funny that if they'd won it we'd have never have heard the end of the ambitious genius that is Rodgers but since they came second they weren't in the title race and if anyone asks they never even thought about it and therefore second is amazing.
He was far from exceptional, could easily have been replaced and if he was, probably wouldn't have lost the title. Thought Liverpool were unbelievably arrogant pre-Crystanbul talking about how many they needed rather than actually winning the game; despite having struggled to beat City and Norwich and losing to Chelsea.
The team huddle thing suns him up. He perfectly coordinates it with the camera then pretends like he doesn't want people to know what he said. Quick to kiss the camera when he's scoring one of many very soft penalties awarded this season but wants to usher it away when he's bottled it. The limelight is non-negotiable. He'd been flirting with the media for weeks so that if Liverpool did win it, his name would have been at the forefront of all the plaudits.
I, for one, am glad that the 'neutrals favourites' Liverpool gravy train came crashing to a halt. They rode their luck marvellously during that run and the media had a love in. At the time I hated it but now I'm glad they built them up as they fell a lot harder.
All scouters I know are saying 'we're delighted with second' but deep down they know that this was a bottle job of the highest proportions. Were United fans happy with second in 2012? Probably. Were they, however, distraught knowing that we'd thrown it away? Absolutely.
It's funny that if they'd won it we'd have never have heard the end of the ambitious genius that is Rodgers but since they came second they weren't in the title race and if anyone asks they never even thought about it and therefore second is amazing.
No, it isn't, its great.
That article sums up my thoughts on Gerrard for me. It's also getting tiresome to see the media and fans act like it's some sort of a god given right for Gerrard to win the Premier League.
Hopefully we'll see a counter article from the likes of Kristian Walsh.
Roy Curtis is my new hero.
Who the hell is part of Gerrards generation anyway, and what makes him the best...
No it's not
It's quite a brilliant article. And just so you know, he's wrote damning pieces, even worse than this, on Rooney. All true!
Its almost an automated response by scouse fans to deride any damning article on Liverpool as shite.No it's not
And just so you know, he's wrote damning pieces, even worse than this, on Rooney. All true!
The newspaper will be banned and emails will be written.
That slip wasn't a mistake. It seems he's been practicing for many years.
It's a completely over the top article. It's obviously fun to read as a Manchester United fan though, and there are definitely some fair points to counter the over appreciation of a player who's best days were a decade ago.
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It's a necessary counter-balance though. It's no more over the top in a negative matter than the positive bias has been this season.
I wouldn't be surprised if we saw a couple of open letters - I believe that is their preferred format.
At least that way no one has to read them.
This summer, English Utd fans need to forget about rivalries and get behind each and every member of the England team, regardless of their club.
That of course includes Gerrard who will be captaining the side.
That of course includes Gerrard who will be captaining the side.
I can see Gerrard having a less than stellar tournament to be honest... reckon he may well be mentally/physically drained after the season he's had.
Or he'll be captain marvel, either/or really.
If he fannies about like he did in the second half of that Chelsea game I'll be annoyed mind you... his performance for the rest of that game was just as bad a crime as that slip in my opinion.
Wouldnt bother me if he got bookings / red card and misses matches or even have fitness issues and cannot make the team