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

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Said it quite often, but I'll say it again - I hope they offer him £150k a week for five years, and then look on in horror when it slowly dawns on them that they've given the new Shaun Wright-Phillips that much money a week after being found out massively inside the next six months. He's already ridiculously over-hyped now despite being average at best.
 
But he does it when we sell out, Home & Away. Its utterly confusing but they all seem to buzz of it as well.


Yeah, our stadium is smaller, like. Not quite sure how it gets the mileage it does, but RAWK isn't exactly brimming with ideas outside of letters to flop strikers and self-important declarations. Maybe he doesn't understand that we only sell away tickets to away fans.
 
The sooner they lose this victim mentality, where's it's someone else's fault for thir slide into mediocrity, and except their status, then they might actually pull up their socks, and do something to drag their club forward.

We throw down the gauntlet, and relish the challenge.

Haha, that's got to be a troll. Or else their lack of self awareness is worse than we could have possibly imagined.
 
They bought him from QPR
They thought he would take them far
A mega contract to capture
Turned it down now the rapture
Raheem you run like a Velociraptor
 

Once upon a weekend dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a post and curious thread of RAWK-ish lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a panting,
As of some one gently fapping, fapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis surely @Sapie88 ,” I muttered, “fapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

Open here I flung the portal, when, with many a flirt and chortle,
In there stumbled a drunken Sterling of the Kopite days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, then sh!t on my floor.

“Kopite!” said I, “thing of evil!—kopite still, if wall-pusher or devil!—
Whether Rodgers sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, is it true what papers reported—
At the pit so Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is it—is it true a hundred grand to stay at Anfield?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
LOL'd the nobhead “Nevermore.”
 
Once upon a weekend dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a post and curious thread of RAWK-ish lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a panting,
As of some one gently fapping, fapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis surely @Sapie88 ,” I muttered, “fapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

Open here I flung the portal, when, with many a flirt and chortle,
In there stumbled a drunken Sterling of the Kopite days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, then sh!t on my floor.

“Kopite!” said I, “thing of evil!—kopite still, if wall-pusher or devil!—
Whether Rodgers sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, is it true what papers reported—
At the pit so Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is it—is it true a hundred grand to stay at Anfield?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
LOL'd the nobhead “Nevermore.”
Yeah, I'm bored at work...
 
I think Stirling looks lost at the RS. He obviously knows the fans have turned against him and I theres no one in that squad with any elder statesman quality to give him support. Gerrard usually hogs the cameras showing what a big protective skipper and mentor he is...like with Suarez on the pitch when the whistle went at the Palace debacle etc. Hes been absent from the debate though is probably prematurely arranging his birthday cup day to be arsed with a kid wanting nearly the same salary as he was on (more to the point) and anyway hes soon to be the new Jed Clampett Beverley Hillbilly so has no investment anymore. The irony is, he too held them to ransom for more money and in a dishonest way as it was via an alterior motive using Chelsea...but of course the RS don't understand or even consider irony, as we well know.
 

Once upon a weekend dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a post and curious thread of RAWK-ish lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a panting,
As of some one gently fapping, fapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis surely @Sapie88 ,” I muttered, “fapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

Open here I flung the portal, when, with many a flirt and chortle,
In there stumbled a drunken Sterling of the Kopite days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, then sh!t on my floor.

“Kopite!” said I, “thing of evil!—kopite still, if wall-pusher or devil!—
Whether Rodgers sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, is it true what papers reported—
At the pit so Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is it—is it true a hundred grand to stay at Anfield?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
LOL'd the nobhead “Nevermore.”



Kopites could only dream of having talent like this when they're writing their songs and ballads for mediocre players. That being said, why has this place become GOT's effing poetry corner all of a sudden?
 

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