I would call it self indulgent but even that implies some redeeming value. It's a thousand word wankathon filled with cultural references (gladiator), obvious hyperbole (biggest fable since the days of Aesop), unnecessary adjectives (disorganized chaos, as opposed to organized chaos?) and an attempt to set the world record for most ways to say that someone cried in one article (at least three, I don't dare read it again). I'm going to print out that article, spread it on my lawn and watch it grow green.
It's a parody of Scouse OTT outpourings, see RAWK and so on. Tough to overcook when you've got this sort of stuff to top...
“When we find ourselves in times of trouble, Stevie G runs past me,
Playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G,
And in my home, the Spion Kop, We watch him jog, right in front of me,
Spreading balls with wisdom, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be,
Stevie G, The local lad turned hero, Stevie G
And when the jubilant Kopite people, All living in The Park agree,
That we all know the answer, Stevie G,
And although we may all be fooled, There is still a chance that we will see,
The footballing phenomenon, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be,
Stevie G, Spreading balls with wisdom, Stevie G
And when the night is cloudy, There is still a man that we all see,
A young, committed Kopite, Stevie G,
Playing to the sound of music, Stevie G runs past me,
Playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G,
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G,
For we all know the answer, his name is Stevie G”