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

[peteblue]

Are people suggesting Suarez is average ffs

No mate, he is the very best biter in the world........

 

[orchard]

ftfy

Haha, obviously that's a given like

 

[bizzaro]

Cue many shouts of being interested in Gotze

Latest bandwagon to jump on

 

[Chang Elephant]

I would like to smash Macherano's head with a baseball bat

 

[bizzaro]

I would like to smash Macherano's head with a baseball bat

There's a queue for that mate

 

[AndyZ]

this article (especially the last couple paragraphs) makes me smile. They are so pretentious and believe they are in the upper echelons of Europe and yet no world class player wants to play for them!

 

[toffeejack]

this article (especially the last couple paragraphs) makes me smile. They are so pretentious and believe they are in the upper echelons of Europe and yet no world class player wants to play for them!

you're kididng me. they're so deluded if they think they'd have a chance with hames rodriguez, i really don't think rodgers thinks this big. has he ever shown an interest in buying a genuinly top class player, i can't think of any.

 

[deipnosophist]

From RAWK

So farewell Luis , I guess we all knew this day would come , but even so it still saddens,...like a doomed passionate relationship, we knew it wouldn't last...you are a wholly unique footballer , there has never been any one like you at Liverpool ( however I am not saying you are a Liddell of Kenny, oh! no, not that level of Liverpool Legend) but you are a genius and brought so much joy to us, and tested us too...we will miss the exhilaration of watching you play , we knew you were the worlds best....but it all came at a price , that tested our loyalty ,our love...
So farewell...you have you wish, but if we stayed together....but...no...not to be..so unlike 'others' lets no look back in anger and bitterness....lets remember just the good times and wish the best for each other....remember me as a good thing...cue the music..


Priceless!!

 

[ilikecheese]

From RAWK

So farewell Luis , I guess we all knew this day would come , but even so it still saddens,...like a doomed passionate relationship, we knew it wouldn't last...you are a wholly unique footballer , there has never been any one like you at Liverpool ( however I am not saying you are a Liddell of Kenny, oh! no, not that level of Liverpool Legend) but you are a genius and brought so much joy to us, and tested us too...we will miss the exhilaration of watching you play , we knew you were the worlds best....but it all came at a price , that tested our loyalty ,our love...
So farewell...you have you wish, but if we stayed together....but...no...not to be..so unlike 'others' lets no look back in anger and bitterness....lets remember just the good times and wish the best for each other....remember me as a good thing...cue the music..


Priceless!!

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[deipnosophist]

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yep!...their unintended self parody is a gift that just keeps giving and giving

 

[ilikecheese]

yep!...their unintended self parody is a gift that just keeps giving and giving

LOL...I had to read it twice to make sure I really read it right. Just cringe

 

[deipnosophist]

There's a new book out on Liverpool's charge for the title last season. It seems like its ultimately cashing in on/celebrating a 2nd place finish.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/They-Dared-To-Dream-Liverpool-ebook/dp/B00LEG66SE

lol at the reviews

here's a great review

5.0 out of 5 stars I'll light a candle for this one!, 13 July 2014
By
Andrew L. - See all my reviews
This review is from: They Dared To Dream: How Rodgers' Liverpool Went So Close (Kindle Edition)
LIVERPOOL FOOTBALL CLUB. 2013-14.

It was the greatest English victory this side of the Dunkirk evacuation.

And it was a pleasure to just read this book - clearly the greatest and most significant scholarship this side of Gibbon. All of the glory. All of the memories.

The story of how a plucky club of underpaid and unknown English lads were plucked off the pitches of Merseyside and thrust into battle against a veritable Persian horde of soulless foreign mercenaries. The greatest triumph, if you will, this side of the victory of King Leonidas' 300 at Thermopylae.

But those ancient Spartans were nothing compared to Liverpool this past year. They were lead by Leonidas. And I don't really know a lot about him, but I do know about our king, our captain... our Steven. OUR Steven is more than a captain. He is a guiding light brighter than all the candles ever lit on Merseyside. He is a superinjunction levied against the despicable Mancs - a tribe far more evil, rapacious, and godless than any horde of ancient Persians.

Confession time - I actually had Steven speak to me in a dream following the glorious final week of our championship season. I wrote poetry about it in fact. At length on the Liverpool forum ("The Red and White Kop.") You may have a hard time pulling my exact work up if you go to the site and run a search with the terms "Steven Gerrard" and "poetry," but at least you will get hundreds of hours of inspiration reading my own work alongside that of millions of other dedicated Liverpool fans around the universe.

But I digress. As to this book in particular - if I had to find any fault with it (and please, please, Kop admins, do not ban me from there for saying this)..... well, I just am puzzled by the lack of detailed coverage of the celebratory parade after our championship. I mean, FFS I actually responded to the craigslist ad seeking stewards for this. I have the tee shirt with an image of the trophy and "Liverpool FC Premier League Champions 2013-13" written right on the front of it.

So why write a whole book about a championship season and not really address the celebratory aftermath? Seems incomplete. Perhaps the image of Steven will come to me in my dreams tonight and explain that a little further


lol lol lol

 

[deipnosophist]

and from yours truly :

Religious Experience, 12 July 2014
By
deipnosophist -
This review is from: They Dared To Dream: How Rodgers' Liverpool Went So Close (Kindle Edition) by Paul Tomkins
Before reading this wonderful, timeless tale, I donned full Liverpool home kit (sans football boots-I wore my black work shoes). I looked fantastic, and I felt indestructible. On her way out to Specsavers, my wife told me I looked like a demi-god; a blend of Sammy Lee and Jan Molby. Tears of pride welled up within me.

My friend Trev came around, him attired in his Crown Paints kit. Years earlier, he and I made a pact that if ever we bought a book, we'd never read alone, and thus, together we set to devouring Paul Tomkins' magnum opus.

And oh the memories it evoked! -an emotional roller coaster of impossible ecstatic highs and heart wrenching lows. Trev and I were left totally spent at its end. So drained were we, I am not surprised (and was indeed proud) that my teenage daughter said that Trev and I looked like a couple of drains.

Re-live the dream people!. Buy this book. And NEVER forget : WE GO AGAIN!!!

 

[detroiturk15]

Those last two reviews have GOT to be wind ups. Fantastic stuff.

 

[caught]

Remember that time when Stevie G kept on saying "don't let this slip lads, don't effing let this slip!" and then he slipped and that Liverpool fan with the weird head cried and Suarez cried because he really wanted to win the title for Suarez FC and didn't want to have to bite another man on the shoulder again because of how much it hurts his mother to think of her son as the rabid dog he looked like when she found him one morning in a pool of plasma at the foot of her bed, and Brendan Rodgers was so sad he had to go home and put even more Tipp-ex on his teeth because that's the only other thing that makes him happy is his dead white teeth that shine so brightly the sadness fades into the ether or at least drifts over to the football player Ass-pass who in his body carries the sadness of human history itself, and John Aldridge had a vein in his neck so big and blue that he got even more sad because it was the colour blue so he squeezed himself all around his body so hard that it went purple the same as his wheelie bin which made him happier but then he remembered how sad he was and he lost some feeling in his squeezing arms and it went blue again and he thought to himself "oh, it seems like life is an oscillating current of grief that grinds slowly at a fellow until the soul is no more than a whimpering baby covered in plasma, BUT IS THERE EVEN A SOUL ANYWAY, lid, OR ARE WE MERELY PURPOSELESS VESSELS HURTLING TOWARD OBLIVION, kidda" and then Stevie's head was a perfect square and he pretended he didn't carry the hefty weight of sadness in his tummy like a kangaroo with a dead baby kangaroo in her pouch until he played for England and you could deffo tell he carried the weight of sadness like a dead baby kangaroo because it was so heavy he couldn't move around the pitch anymore?

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