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Rafael Benitez.


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Maybe getting carried away but we were a force to be reckoned with in Europe again. 2 finals, a semi finals and a few QFs and beat all the best sides around at the time. Magical times.

I think that there is always a tendency to expect too much from managers.

 

Houllier? His treble was not enough. Rafa's Euro success was not enough. Kenny saving us from the Hodgson slump and a cup was not enough. After that lot Brendan has a mountain to climb.

 

His cup wins at Chelsea and Napoli and CL qualification in Italy are further vindication of his powers.

 

Here his record, certainly in Europe, speaks for itself. But he will always be a complex figure surrounded by paradox. He was at his best here at the start when he was concentrating on coaching the team, the only piece of advice Hicks offered him which he should have listened to when he went off the rails. Although G&H were poor owners, as a result, he was given space which he would not have had under better owners, and he prospered as a result. His results brought him adulation, but that same adulation inflated his ego to the point of self destruct. I am reminded of the lines from Ziggy Stardust:

 

He was the nazz

With God given ass

He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar

 

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind

Like a leper messiah

When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band.

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When you're on the outside baby and you can't get in

I will show you you're so much better than you know

When you're lost and you're alone and you can't get back again

I will find you darling and I'll bring you home

 

And if you want to cry

I am here to dry your eyes

And in time

You'll be fine

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In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round
I stand there for a minute starin’ straight into the ground
Lookin’ to the left slightly, then lookin’ back down
World feels like it’s caved in – proper sorry frown
Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship, if you must
I look at her she stares almost straight back at me
But his eyes glaze over like she’s lookin’ straight through me
Then his eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity
When they open up she’s lookin’ down at her feet

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over

So then I move my hand up from down by my side
It's shakin’, my life is crashin’ before my eyes
Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies
Touch the bottom of his double chin and let out a sigh
‘Cause I can’t imagine my life without you and me
There’s things I can’t imagine doin’, things I can’t imagine seein’
It weren't supposed to be easy, surely
Please, please, I beg you please
He brings her hands up towards where my hands rested
He wraps her fingers round mine with the softness he’s blessed with
He peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures
By pushin’ my hand away to my chest, from his

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over

And I’m just standin’ there, I can’t say a word
‘Cause everythin’s just gone
I’ve got nothin’
Absolutely nothin’

Tryin’ to pull him close out of bare desperation
Put my arms around him tryin’ to change what he’s sayin’
Pull my head level with his so he might engage in
Look into his eyes to make him listen again
I’m not gonna fuckin’, just fuckin’ leave it all now
‘Cause you said it'd be forever and that was your vow
And you’re gonna let our things simply crash and fall down
You’re well out of order now, this is well out of town
Hhe pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist
Gently pushes me back and he looks at me straight
Turns around so he’s now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but his mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over

I know in the past I’ve found it hard to say
Tellin’ you things, but not tellin’ straight
But the more I pull on your hand and say
The more you pull away

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now.

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You suck my blood like a leech

You break the law and you breach

Screw my brain till it hurts

You've taken all my money - you still want more,

 

Misguided old mule

With your pigheaded rules

With your narrow - minded cronies who are fools of the first division-

 

Death on two legs -

You're tearing me apart,

Death on two legs

You never had a heard of your own -

 

Kill joy, Bad guy,

Big talking, Small fry

You're just an old barrow - boy

Have you found a new toy to replace me,

Can you face me -

 

But now you can kiss my ass goodbye

 

Feel good, are you satisfied

 

Do you feel like suicide (I think you should)

Is your conscience all right

Does it plague you at night,

Do you feel good - Feel good!

 

Talk like a big business tycoon,

But you're just a hot - air balloon,

So no one gives you a damn,

You're just an overgrown school - boy

Let me tan your hide.

 

A dog with disease,

King of the 'sleaze'

Put your money where your mouth is Mr. Know all,

Was the fin on your back part of the deal...(shark!)

 

Death on two legs

You're tearing me apart

Death on two legs -

You never had a heart of your own,

(You never did, right from the start)

 

Insane you should be put inside,

You're a sewer - rat decaying in a cesspool of pride

Should be made unemployed

Then make yourself null - and - void,

Make me feel good

I feel good.

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You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you gota helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it

When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them

And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you

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I guess now it's time for me to give up
I feel it's time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got you're lipstick mark still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it
You'll be right and understood

Unaware but underlined I figured out this story
It wasn't good
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory
But that was not to be
In the twist of separation you excelled at being free
Can't you find a little room inside for me

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it
You'll be right and understood

And we'll be together, this time is forever
We'll be fighting and forever we will be
So complete in our love
We will never be uncovered again

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it
You'll be right and understood 
 

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Yo Rakim, what's up?
Yo, I'm doing the knowledge, E., man I'm trying to get paid in full
Well, check this out, since Norby Walters is our agency, right?
True

Kara Lewis is our agent, word up
Zakia and 4th and Broadway is our record company, indeed
Okay, so who we rollin' with then? We rollin' with Rush
Of Rushtown Management

Check this out, since we talking over
This def beat right here that I put together
I wanna hear some of them def rhymes, you know what I'm sayin'?
And together, we can get paid in full

Thinkin' of a master plan
'Cuz ain't nuthin' but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lint

So I start my mission, leave my residence
Thinkin' how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did

I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin' funny
Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin' move but the money
But now I learned to earn 'cuz I'm righteous
I feel great, so maybe I might just

Search for a nine to five, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin' this
Feelin' out of place 'cuz, man, do I miss

A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money it's still a wish

'Cuz I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
So now to test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, 'cuz I'm paid in full

Rakim, check this out, yo
You go to your girl house and I'll go to mine
'Cause my girl is definitely mad
'Cause it took us too long to do this album

Yo, I hear what you're saying
So let's just pump the music up
And count our money

Yo, well check this out, yo Eli
Turn down the bass down
And let the beat just keep on rockin'

And we outta here
Yo, what happened to peace?
Peace
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He said: '"Do we want to exchange our wife" is like "do we want Mascherano". We’re in love with our wife, I mean, our players. Do we want to exchange our wife for Claudia Schiffer? It could be but it depends on your wife, are you happy with your wife? Lets wait for a response from the transfer market.'

 

 

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He said: '"Do we want to exchange our wife" is like "do we want Mascherano". We’re in love with our wife, I mean, our players. Do we want to exchange our wife for Claudia Schiffer? It could be but it depends on your wife, are you happy with your wife? Lets wait for a response from the transfer market.'

 

 

 

 

What the hell is he talking about, the mad Champions League winning legend.

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What a hero. He could have gone and made himself a name there but at the same time its not exactly the kind of club that has their managers back. 

 

Apparently bookies have him as a contender to replace Pardew??? Fuck that.

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http://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/sport/football/football-news/rafa-benitez-sam-allardyce-buries-7944074

 

Sam Allardyce has revealed the row with former Liverpool FC boss Rafael Benitez is over – but has also claimed the Spaniard is the reason his football is labelled as direct.

Benitez and Allardyce were in conflict throughout the Spaniard's six-year reign at Anfield, with arguments stemming from the football Allardyce instilled into his sides.

But the West Ham boss has revealed they buried the hatchet when Benitez had his spell as interim manager at Chelsea in 2012.

He told the Daily Express: “For the first time ever, when he was manager at Chelsea, Rafa Benitez invited me for a beer after the game.

“So the row which lasted nearly 10 years is now water under the bridge.”

However, Allardyce has also accused Benitez of being the first to criticise him as a long-ball manager.

Benitez once sarcastically compared Allardyce's side to Barcelona following a 2-1 win over his Blackburn side in February 2010.

“The criticism about my 'direct' style of play wasn't from journalists to begin with – it was from other managers with Benitez starting it,” he added.

“But my team never played like that.

“It was their way of protecting themselves from us having beaten them rather than accepting they'd been tactically undone.”

And the 60-year-old, who faced the Reds with Bolton, Newcastle and Blackburn, has even hinted Benitez was jealous of how his side played football.

One of my biggest regrets is not dealing with the 'direct' tag earlier by pointing out it was being put about by those jealous their team wasn't as good as mine.”

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The big fat meff really is beyond satire.

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I look forward to the replays of our humbling of Madrid under Benitez which will no doubt be played ahead of the game next week. 

 

I also look forward to the "Anyone would be better" brigade trying to tell us Madrid were shite back that then, etc. 

 

I now love Rodgers.  But I still love Rafa.

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