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ECHO Comment: "Fears of Witch-hunt Against Liverpool FC"

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I don't know if this has been done before but.. here goes. My nomination for the most Gobs...y RS XI of all time (well at least since the 60s!) - the criteria is of course nothing to do with ability but sustained Gobsh1teyness.. you may of course think that Aldo should be an automatic starter or just disagree..

REDSH1TE FC

1 David James
2 Tommy Smith
3 Julian Dicks
4 Emlyn Hughes
5 Phil Thompson
6 Graeme Souness
7 Luis Suarez
8 Steven Gerrard (Capt.)
9 Robbie Fowler
10 Terry McDermott
11 Jimmy Case

Subs:
Bruce Grobbelaar
Michael Owen
John Aldridge
Steve McMahon
Dirk Kuyt
El Hadji Diouf
Craig Bellamy
 
The RS/GS Squad is screaming out for Jason McAteer to be included !!

http://www.joe.ie/football/football-features/five-most-stupid-footballers/

Dumb as a post: JOE’s five most stupid footballers
Following Jermaine Pennant’s stupidity – forgetting he owned a €116,000 supercar and leaving it at a Spanish railway station for five months – we’ve decided to bring you five more football idiots.

The ex-Liverpool and Republic of Ireland midfielder was dubbed ‘Trigger’ during his career for his similarity to the numbskull character in Only Fools and Horses. We almost have enough material on McAteer to pen a book about his stupidity.

McAteer was once asked at a take-away if he wanted his pizza cut into eight slices or four. “Four,” he answered. “I’m not that hungry.”

On Soccer AM some years back Neil Ruddock regaled a story about Trigger while he was having a pint in a pub in Dublin after an international match. Jimmy White walked into the pub and was greeted by McAteer. “Oi Jimmy. . . one hundred and eighty!” McAteer shouted.

On another occasion, McAteer locked himself out of his Porsche. His mate told him to get a coat-hanger so he could pick the lock and he came back with a wooden one. What an ass.

Trigger once applied for a credit card and on the application form there was a question: What is your position at the company? McAteer’s self-confirmed answer was: “Right full-back.”

He’s also on record as saying:

We seem to be a side that if we don’t score we get beat.


 
David James is an idiot, but I dont really think of him as ex RS. Dont know why.

Same with Julian Dicks. Not cos I think he is an idiot, (never heard him ever I dont think), but to me is a West Ham lad.

But Aldo/Thompson are the beuts.
 

I wonder if he's about to start agitating for a move again? I'd love to see what excuses they come up with this time if he does.

I can just imagine some of their "logic squad" droning in the ale house now "well at least weve got Lambert now....and Borini's back-he'll be like a new signing". Id love it if he did go to RM....imagine the gobs. Do I detect the aroma of burning shirt mmmmmm ???
 
In response to the Brenda Rhapsody I bring you the first version of the Luisian Rhapsody

Luisian Rhapsody

(Luis)
Iker Casillas?
Isco this fantasy?
I'm caught in a Stevieslide,
Must escape from reality.

Open your eyes,
Look up the table and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need your sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, lots of low,
Anyway my wind blows doesn't really matter.. Pepe, Pepe?

Brendan, just bit a man,
Put a mouth against his arm,
Pulled the trigger, now he's dead.
Redmen, life had just begun,
But now I've got to be along the away.

(Chorus- teammates - setting South London, a few days later)
Luis, ooh,
We didn't mean to make you cry,
If you're not back again this time in August,
We'll carry on, carry on as if nothing but Real matters.

(Luis)
Too late, my time had come,
Sent shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, all you Scousers, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows),
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been here at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Sergio, Sergio, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galactico) Galactico.
(Galactico) Galactico,
Galactico Fabio
Magnifico.

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Alvaro? No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Ronaldo? We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Marcelo? We will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never, never let you go
Never let me go, oh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, Angel di Maria, di Maria (di Maria, let me go.)
Benzema has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, Baley, you can't do this to me, Brendan,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters but me.

Anyway the wind blows.
 
I can just imagine some of their "logic squad" droning in the ale house now "well at least weve got Lambert now....and Borini's back-he'll be like a new signing". Id love it if he did go to RM....imagine the gobs. Do I detect the aroma of burning shirt mmmmmm ???

Nah, what with their abject fawning over one of the most objectionable people in football they have painted themselves into a similar corner, just like they did with Mascherano (who lets not forget actually went on strike rather than play for them, and yet who gets a lot less abuse than Torres does).
 
In response to the Brenda Rhapsody I bring you the first version of the Luisian Rhapsody

Luisian Rhapsody

(Luis)
Iker Casillas?
Isco this fantasy?
I'm caught in a Stevieslide,
Must escape from reality.

Open your eyes,
Look up the table and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need your sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, lots of low,
Anyway my wind blows doesn't really matter.. Pepe, Pepe?

Brendan, just bit a man,
Put a mouth against his arm,
Pulled the trigger, now he's dead.
Redmen, life had just begun,
But now I've got to be along the away.

(Chorus- teammates - setting South London, a few days later)
Luis, ooh,
We didn't mean to make you cry,
If you're not back again this time in August,
We'll carry on, carry on as if nothing but Real matters.

(Luis)
Too late, my time had come,
Sent shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, all you Scousers, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows),
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been here at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Sergio, Sergio, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galactico) Galactico.
(Galactico) Galactico,
Galactico Fabio
Magnifico.

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Alvaro? No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Ronaldo? We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Marcelo? We will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never, never let you go
Never let me go, oh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, Angel di Maria, di Maria (di Maria, let me go.)
Benzema has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, Baley, you can't do this to me, Brendan,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters but me.

Anyway the wind blows.

Cripes.
 
In response to the Brenda Rhapsody I bring you the first version of the Luisian Rhapsody

Luisian Rhapsody

(Luis)
Iker Casillas?
Isco this fantasy?
I'm caught in a Stevieslide,
Must escape from reality.

Open your eyes,
Look up the table and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need your sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, lots of low,
Anyway my wind blows doesn't really matter.. Pepe, Pepe?

Brendan, just bit a man,
Put a mouth against his arm,
Pulled the trigger, now he's dead.
Redmen, life had just begun,
But now I've got to be along the away.

(Chorus- teammates - setting South London, a few days later)
Luis, ooh,
We didn't mean to make you cry,
If you're not back again this time in August,
We'll carry on, carry on as if nothing but Real matters.

(Luis)
Too late, my time had come,
Sent shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, all you Scousers, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows),
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been here at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Sergio, Sergio, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galactico) Galactico.
(Galactico) Galactico,
Galactico Fabio
Magnifico.

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Alvaro? No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Ronaldo? We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Marcelo? We will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never, never let you go
Never let me go, oh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, Angel di Maria, di Maria (di Maria, let me go.)
Benzema has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, Baley, you can't do this to me, Brendan,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters but me.

Anyway the wind blows.

They are derranged
 

A welcome return to one of the season's most satisfying photos.

Liverpool's end of season awards - the night after they collapsed under the pressure of the title race at Selhurst Park. That marvellous moment captured when they realised they weren't good enough.



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A welcome return to one of the season's most satisfying photos.

Liverpool's end of season awards - the night after they collapsed under the pressure of the title race at Selhurst Park. That marvellous moment captured when they realised they weren't good enough.



Bm-M4pqCQAEPTsq.jpg:large

Makes you feel sorry for the ones not involved in the huddle!
 
Makes you feel sorry for the ones not involved in the huddle!

The one's not involved in the huddle dodged a bullet. The Liverpool huddle will forever be mocked as a fail of epic proportions, those in it will take the shame to their graves.
 

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