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

[hullefc]

Hahaha.

"One of his biggest achievement in my eyes, which often goes under the radar, is having the same haircut for so long," tweeted Barton. "It must be incredibly tough to ignore the trends and stick with the tried and tested 'no 2 on the top and 1 on the sides' for over a decade.

"The highest compliment I could pay him is, he's a player I'd be proud to tell my grandchildren that I once played against. His level of loyalty is unparalleled. People talk about his loyalty to his club? Look at the loyalty he has shown his barber?"

 

[Kankurette]

View attachment 9404 Wonder how this fella took the result yesterday?

OMG. That scarf makes me cringe.

 

[Merseyzig]

Dave Kirby, self appointed poet laureate of Anfield. A couple of Viet Cong mates of mine were at a function at the Temple of Doom were Kirby was part of the entertainment. They said it was very embarrassing, nostalgia sentimentality fest. But people lap it up.
Makes me mates cringe, makes me laugh.

 

[mawders]

Wonder if Brenda is going to take the credit for Suarez winning the league with Barca?

 

[peteblue]

The thread on Brent on Red Cafe is very humerous. One wag penned this: (About Mr Pearldrops)

I can picture his farewell speech now.....

"It's an outstanding football club. I think, here at the football club, the players (gulp) understand what I'm doing here. The incredible supporters at this football club understand and transcend that paradigm. (finger pyramid) We're a young side, developing and nurturing all the time on this incredible journey here at the football club. (leans forward onto folded arms and twiddles ear lobe). its a journey. and many journeys have sides, sides with edges. And those edges are often filled with challenges. challenges that we, as a group have come against on this journey......"

I can actually hear him saying it........

 

[peteblue]

Wonder if Brenda is going to take the credit for Suarez winning the league with Barca?

Taught him everything he knows lad, even the biting........

 

[ToffeeDan]

Just when you think it can't get any worse...

A 'collaberation' from professional scouser and full-time melt, Dave Kirby and LFC
It's even worse with it put to music in the video attachment


http://www.liverpoolfc.com/news/latest-news/185156-free-video-a-lad-from-huyton

A LAD FROM HUYTON

Liverpool FC have seen great days
In FA Cup finals that have blown us away
Rushie – Keegan - Ian St John
Or little Michael Owen in 2001

But in 2006 we witnessed a dream
As a special player entered the scene
A player who’s become an all-time great
A lad from a Liverpool council estate

Sometimes it’s hard to put into words
When something magical has occurred
At the time...you don’t realise
That history’s unfolding before your eyes

But down in Cardiff one sunny day
History was made in a special way
Like the Matthews final in 53
2006 was the final...of Stevie G

We’ve seen some great players in our time
Players who go beyond that line
The type that never try to hide
The type who play with fire and pride

That kind of passion just can’t be bought
It can’t be coached and it can’t be taught
It’s working class – it’s raw – it’s mean
It’s a lad from Huyton...who loves his team

We didn’t think we were gonna win it
We even said a prayer in that last minute
Then a saviour came and set us free
A saviour by the name...of Stevie G

It was like a vision from a dream
One of the finest goals we’ve ever seen
We felt as though we were floating away
We knew from that moment, it was our day

Cometh the hour cometh the man
Cometh the life-long Liverpool fan
Cometh the kid who once stood on the kop
Cometh our seventh...FA Cup

In years to come we’ll always look back
To those times in Cardiff, the laughs, the crack
Four major trophies...great city, great buzz
The Millennium stadium was good to us

But of all those times, there’s one special day
2006...the 13th of May
The most complete performance ever seen
By a lad from Huyton...who reigns...supreme

Clearly no room for the Iambic Pentameter in his five man midfield. More of a fluid (as in p*ss) take on all matters Gerrard in a 2-7-1 formation with Steven all over the place..

back of the diamond,
out on the wing
slippin' to Ba
And winning - nothing!!

And, on the theme of their love-in with all things Chelsea

Chelsea & Gerrard aka "Let's get connected" (they had more in common than he cares to admit)

Alex - Alex.. she's often afar
JT and Stevie (can't handle a car)
Hollins and Collins - so smash the DJ
Harris & Harass (that's how you play)

Osgood.. was good (but not so these days)
Kensington Kenny - they're not quite the same!!
Oscar & Oscar (for Diving again)
Cech/Cheque (and off to LA)

 

[loooweee]

not even alan bennet could save that poem with his voice

Just when you think it can't get any worse...

A 'collaberation' from professional scouser and full-time melt, Dave Kirby and LFC
It's even worse with it put to music in the video attachment


http://www.liverpoolfc.com/news/latest-news/185156-free-video-a-lad-from-huyton

A LAD FROM HUYTON

Liverpool FC have seen great days
In FA Cup finals that have blown us away
Rushie – Keegan - Ian St John
Or little Michael Owen in 2001

But in 2006 we witnessed a dream
As a special player entered the scene
A player who’s become an all-time great
A lad from a Liverpool council estate

Sometimes it’s hard to put into words
When something magical has occurred
At the time...you don’t realise
That history’s unfolding before your eyes

But down in Cardiff one sunny day
History was made in a special way
Like the Matthews final in 53
2006 was the final...of Stevie G

We’ve seen some great players in our time
Players who go beyond that line
The type that never try to hide
The type who play with fire and pride

That kind of passion just can’t be bought
It can’t be coached and it can’t be taught
It’s working class – it’s raw – it’s mean
It’s a lad from Huyton...who loves his team

We didn’t think we were gonna win it
We even said a prayer in that last minute
Then a saviour came and set us free
A saviour by the name...of Stevie G

It was like a vision from a dream
One of the finest goals we’ve ever seen
We felt as though we were floating away
We knew from that moment, it was our day

Cometh the hour cometh the man
Cometh the life-long Liverpool fan
Cometh the kid who once stood on the kop
Cometh our seventh...FA Cup

In years to come we’ll always look back
To those times in Cardiff, the laughs, the crack
Four major trophies...great city, great buzz
The Millennium stadium was good to us

But of all those times, there’s one special day
2006...the 13th of May
The most complete performance ever seen
By a lad from Huyton...who reigns...supreme

 

[Jags]

The Anfield Wrap's Neil Atkinson's review of the defeat by Palace -- how and why do RS fanboys lap this pretentious-misty eyed-bilge up? It beggars belief - honestly, I'm embarrassed for them..

"YOU turn up vaguely unsure. Because it is a football match and it is an occasion. Football matches are occasions you believe but this is different. The occasion and the match are separate entities. The occasion will be the occasion regardless. Despite not because.

You spent the night before at Light Night. You heard choral music at the Anglican Cathedral and while the faith you don’t have lives at the other end of Bold Street, you are touched. You are beyond touched. You are transcendent, you have a sudden feeling of grace while carrying and drinking a crate of Stella Artois. You reflect upon that grace and you think of the day to follow. The occasion to follow. You drink.

You board a bus around this city on that Friday night. See space amazons and drink in a library. You are silly and possibly, hopefullu sexy and certainly a gobshite with your hair high because you did some telly and you are adopting a position like the gobshite you always are. You’re the worst.

Everywhere you go you think about Steven. Steven not sleeping. Steven stressing. You realise you have spent a great deal of your life thinking about Steven. You have friends, close friends, you think of less than Steven. Worry about less than Steven. And Steven is alright. He’s got a few bob. He has a lovely family and daughters while you are a tit, dry shampooing his hair 10 minutes before doing some telly. You are more worried about Steven than you are about you. That’s [Poor language removed] mad.

You approach the ground and the size of the whole thing makes you always feel dwarfed. The ground is huge. Liverpool are huge. They have a weight they don’t punch. Steven knows this. He has been asking for them to punch it for a week. He has been needing them to punch it since 1998. You know this. It is too hard. Too unfair. You hate that he leaves without a league winners medal. Steven has the biggest prize but you have this gnawing gap where the second biggest prize should be. You think he has that too. You know he should have it. He should. We all should.

This is it. The crux of Steven. The crux of Steven is that Steven was never quite surrounded with enough good footballers at any one time. Steven is Roy where the Rovers have never quite had 38 games in them. The Rovers aren’t enough of the business but Roy has been so often remarkable.

You know, hair like a tit, you keep banging this drum. The legacy of Steven needs to be no player ever leaves the club again without a league winners medal if they deserve it. You know how hard it is to win. What winning takes. Devoting everything to that one goal. Sacrificing everything. You know it isn’t a barrel of laughs.

You watch them. The Reds. Heads akimbo. Everything not, never sacrificed. You’d die for it. You’d kill for it. And you know that Steven, brilliant, astonishing, devilish would die and kill for it too. That was always the whole point. That was what he always was. An energy. A force. Always Steven. Everywhere Steven. Too much Steven. Steven would die for it. He would kill for it. He would give up his thumbs.

This Liverpool, the Liverpool shorn of Steven you will be watching looks short of goals and short of character. This Liverpool, the Liverpool shorn of Steven you will be watching looks short of pace. Someone needs to do something.

The final whistle sounds and you see his shoulders hunched. You hear the crowd and for the first time in too long a time you think what a gang of lads these lads are. You hear the crowd and think my god. You hear the crowd and you are the crowd and you feel that grace. Gilded grace. Gorgeous gilded grace golden. You know football is always silly and always has just dry shampooed its hair and always soppy. Drippy. Geeky. You know the lads are the lads and there will be tears in the ground because you know our worst and our best and someone decided to represent both or had that representing thrust upon them and he did both brilliantly and you know soz abar that and you know all the best and you know we’re a crew of dopes so Steven soz abar that but all the best.

You know Steven isn’t one of your mates. You know Steven has an existence you can’t conceive of. You know you can now never be mates. You know Steven is the business. Walk around him. Fulham away will always be the one, the moment for you. Arms whirring. Shirt helicoptering. You know you and him aren’t mates and you know that in that moment when he went yeah you aren’t a bellend you know what we can do you know that these lads are the business and you are the business and we win and we win and we win and we win. You know. The business.

Anyway the football match finishes and the occasion begins. You want to cuddle everyone. You are belting it out. Steven is our captain. Steven is a Red. You are belting it out.

Steven says to have played for Liverpool once. Steven says everything else a bonus. You know he’s right. Steven also says lots of sensible things even when asked a [Poor language removed] daft question.

You know you are the same age as Steven. You and Steven have lived through the same time. You know human emotional scales are the same and you know you and Steven have been touched by grace. Grace is everywhere. Because to be human. Because to be here now. Because to be. Whatever else was the point?

You know this: It was a joy to be alive that day. It was a joy to be alive for a load of days. You know he made it a joy. He did that. For you. Because you.

You know this: Stoke will be [Poor language removed] brilliant. Yes."

Jesus, idk what I've done to deserve one, I'm lazy and crap at footy. I did score a volley the other day though.

 

[blue4eva77]

 

[sageyefc]

Brendan noncing. Pancakes gonna be fewmin

 

[catcherintherye]

Some of them are waking up to the fraud they've got as a manager. Take this comment on the Echo. Couldn't have put it better myself!


"1. When we lose a game because of his poor tactics, BR will throw players under the bus, blame the defenders, slate them in public, blame everything and everyone except himself. What can you expect the players to think and feel, when their boss put them in the wrong positions, and then blamed them for poor performance?

2. When we win a game, BR will claim credit for himself by boasting about his "attacking philosophy", "mastery of tiki taka", "I knew that..." statements. When Suarez scored 4 against Norwich, BR praised himself and kept talking about "HIS attacking philosophy".

3. Totally unprofessional when he seduced his LFC colleague who already has a child, while he himself is married with kids. In any other organization, he would have been sacked for failing to behave according to professional codes of conduct.

4. Regularly insinuate that he is better than King Kenny and made constant references associating himself with Shanks. Shameless, trophyless, and incompetent man talking himself up all the time."

http://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/sport/liverpool-fc-analysis-character-flaw-9274465

 

[Donald Twain]

Some of them are waking up to the fraud they've got as a manager. Take this comment on the Echo. Couldn't have put it better myself!


"1. When we lose a game because of his poor tactics, BR will throw players under the bus, blame the defenders, slate them in public, blame everything and everyone except himself. What can you expect the players to think and feel, when their boss put them in the wrong positions, and then blamed them for poor performance?

2. When we win a game, BR will claim credit for himself by boasting about his "attacking philosophy", "mastery of tiki taka", "I knew that..." statements. When Suarez scored 4 against Norwich, BR praised himself and kept talking about "HIS attacking philosophy".

3. Totally unprofessional when he seduced his LFC colleague who already has a child, while he himself is married with kids. In any other organization, he would have been sacked for failing to behave according to professional codes of conduct.

4. Regularly insinuate that he is better than King Kenny and made constant references associating himself with Shanks. Shameless, trophyless, and incompetent man talking himself up all the time."

http://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/sport/liverpool-fc-analysis-character-flaw-9274465

And this!




Usual pussyfoot from Echo journalists, never directly criticize Rodgers. Incredible, the hold this man has over journalists. Under no circumstances analyze his win/loss figures as it will show him to be incompetent. We at LFC know only too well about lazy journalists. Will the Echo actually report fans unhappiness with the Irish con-man ?

 

[Toby the Rhymedog]

Just when you think it can't get any worse...

A 'collaberation' from professional scouser and full-time melt, Dave Kirby and LFC
It's even worse with it put to music in the video attachment


http://www.liverpoolfc.com/news/latest-news/185156-free-video-a-lad-from-huyton

A LAD FROM HUYTON

Liverpool FC have seen great days
In FA Cup finals that have blown us away
Rushie – Keegan - Ian St John
Or little Michael Owen in 2001

But in 2006 we witnessed a dream
As a special player entered the scene
A player who’s become an all-time great
A lad from a Liverpool council estate

Sometimes it’s hard to put into words
When something magical has occurred
At the time...you don’t realise
That history’s unfolding before your eyes

But down in Cardiff one sunny day
History was made in a special way
Like the Matthews final in 53
2006 was the final...of Stevie G

We’ve seen some great players in our time
Players who go beyond that line
The type that never try to hide
The type who play with fire and pride

That kind of passion just can’t be bought
It can’t be coached and it can’t be taught
It’s working class – it’s raw – it’s mean
It’s a lad from Huyton...who loves his team

We didn’t think we were gonna win it
We even said a prayer in that last minute
Then a saviour came and set us free
A saviour by the name...of Stevie G

It was like a vision from a dream
One of the finest goals we’ve ever seen
We felt as though we were floating away
We knew from that moment, it was our day

Cometh the hour cometh the man
Cometh the life-long Liverpool fan
Cometh the kid who once stood on the kop
Cometh our seventh...FA Cup

In years to come we’ll always look back
To those times in Cardiff, the laughs, the crack
Four major trophies...great city, great buzz
The Millennium stadium was good to us

But of all those times, there’s one special day
2006...the 13th of May
The most complete performance ever seen
By a lad from Huyton...who reigns...supreme

Poor prose there, Mister Kirby,
Stevie was a thorn in the derby,
But is he better than Keegs?
Though his number of leagues,
Could be equalled by this crap woolly Furby?

Let me break this to them gently,
It's gone over their heads, evidently,
Lamps is a better
Record breaker and setter,
While Stevie breaks kids with his Bentley

They say Stevie is one of the best,
With Viera and Scholes and the rest,
All I am saying,
If you're ever DJing,
Never turn down his request

They say that this good, loyal lad,
Did the best with what he had,
But were Reina and Torres,
Alonso and Suarez,
Mascherano and Carra that bad?

Wasn't it Chelsea he was heading to?
This one-club man who will have played for two,
That deal hit the dirt,
When they set fire to his shirt,
And a gangster stuffed his missus' yazoo

The best centre-mid? I say nah,
To a pretty good player, ta-ta
I'll always remember,
Hopes turning to embers,
The day you gave it to Demba Ba

 

[peteblue]

LFC Captains

Ron Yeats 1961-1970
Tommy Smith 1970-1973
Emlyn Hughes 1973-1979
Kenny Dalglish 1978-1978
Phil Thompson 1979-1981
Graeme Souness 1982-1984
Phil Neal 1984-1985
Alan Hansen 1985-1988
Ronnie Whelan 1988-1989
Alan Hansen 1989-1990
Ronnie Whelan / Steve Nicol 1990-1991
Mark Wright 1991-1993
Ian Rush 1993-1996
John Barnes 1996-1997
Paul Ince 1997-1999
Jamie Redknapp 1999-2002
Sami Hyypia / Robbie Fowler 2000-2001
Sami Hyypia 2002-2003
Steven Gerrard 2003-2015

And now the mighty Henderson.......hahahahaha........