Meaningless Fat Sam Moral Dilemma Poll

[Pureblood]

If the football Gods came to you and offered you (1) a guaranteed Fat Sam win against Man City and (2) a guaranteed win for us against Newcastle, in return for a 5 year contract for the big man to manage us, would you accept it?

 

There are no clauses in the contract enabling us to sack FS on the cheap.  We are stuck with him for the full five years under the terms of the deal we cut with the football Gods.

[Hand Shandy]

Uuurrgghhh...

 

Sorry, I'd pass.

[Bjornebye]

No deal unless he promised to sell Lucas 

[Dr Nowt]

Do we each and every last one of us receive a full body massage from him and the rippling muscles in his fingers, complete with aromatic oils?

[Guest Numero Veinticinco]

Nah. We're going to win it three times in the next four years anyway, plus two European Cups. Wouldn't trade that for one title and five years of hoofball.

[bouncebrigade]

Hidden option 3:  We beat Newcastle 17-1

[Russ Atmosphere]

Is it likes Moyes six year contract that didn't really exist? I'd have him onboard but not as boss, he can do prozone and half-time hotdogs.

[Pureblood]

Is it likes Moyes six year contract that didn't really exist?

No clauses. Full five years.

[ElishaScottBC]

Fuck fat Sam, fuck the football gods and fuck those no good Diaz brothers, you die cockaroach!

[JustTosh]

Easy, Deal! Non brainer really.

 

1. Sign him up and win the damned thing

2. Feed him constantly pies and hot dogs for 14 days

3. Pay the world’s two most sexy hookers to invite him into a 3some

4. The extraordinary excitement will, together with all the pies and hot dogs, cause death by a heart attack

5. Resign Brendan Rogers

[dandyman]

Easy, Deal! Non brainer really.

 

1. Sign him up and win the damned thing

2. Feed him constantly pies and hot dogs for 14 days

3. Pay the world’s two most sexy hookers to invite him into a 3some

4. The extraordinary excitement will, together with all the pies and hot dogs, cause death by a heart attack

5. Resign Brendan Rogers

Wouldn't Brendan Rodgers need to hand his notice in first..... :whistles:

 

** see what I did there resigns / resigns **

[Newport]

I have no soul. Deal.

[Original202]

No deal.

 

Even if it was our only chance of EVER winning the title I wouldn't want it. The way we win is just as important - otherwise why even bother watching football at all?

 

Grinding out 1-0s and 0-0s is boring.

[Reckoner]

Easy, Deal! Non brainer really.

 

1. Sign him up and win the damned thing

2. Feed him constantly pies and hot dogs for 14 days

3. Pay the world’s two most sexy hookers to invite him into a 3some

4. The extraordinary excitement will, together with all the pies and hot dogs, cause death by a heart attack

5. Resign Brendan Rogers

Ah, you've been to Thailand too?

[Anubis]

No deal unless he promised to sell Lucas 

 

No deal unless he makes Lucas captain and makes Stig, Diablo, Brownie and Stringvest take turns announcing Lucas onto the pitch as "And Now, The Faaaaaabulous Lucas Leiva" every home game.

 

And gives me a seat in the director's box.

[deiseach]

Wouldn't Brendan Rodgers need to hand his notice in first..... :whistles:

 

** see what I did there resigns / resigns **

Did the Germans bomb your ma's chippy?

[Nightcat]

Deal.

 

We win it with BR, then BR is off to Real Madrid after Ancelotti getting sacked and Big Sam becomes our manager, he gets rid of Lucas and Aspas, he adds another 3-4 good players and we win it again with him next season and the season after.

[Strontium]

Deal, Big Sam deserves a chance at a big club.

 

 

 

Sorry, I couldn't keep a straight face writing that.

[Sut]

Deal.

 

We win it with BR, then BR is off to Real Madrid after Ancelotti getting sacked and Big Sam becomes our manager, he gets rid of Lucas and Aspas, he adds another 3-4 good players and we win it again with him next season and the season after.

 

Laying the foundations for a footballing dynasty to last down the years, during which Liverpool become the planet's first Solar System Champions in 2147, when a cybernetically enhanced and rejuvenated Big Sam oversees the dismantling of Mars United in the final, winning twelvety-nil; claims ownership of the FA Can't Believe It's Not Butter Cup by being the only club to win it during the 25 years it's possible to do so and enters a winning team in the boat race in which Sam's men batter the toffee-nosed twats from Oxbridge without even turning up with the right sort of oars and a puncture in their dinghy.

[boots123]

Easy, Deal! Non brainer really.

 

1. Sign him up and win the damned thing

2. Feed him constantly pies and hot dogs for 14 days

3. Pay the world’s two most sexy hookers to invite him into a 3some

4. The extraordinary excitement will, together with all the pies and hot dogs, cause death by a heart attack

5. Resign Brendan Rogers

don't forget the chip butties

[boots123]

don't forget the chip butties

and the full cream double chocolate ice cream ,,,,,,yummy

[Bjornebye]

Big sams bigger than us

 

 

Literally the fucking gravy on his cereal bastard

[dandyman]

As it's meaningless, I'm all in for having fat Sam leading us to glory for the next five years

[magicrat]

As it's meaningless, I'm all in for having fat Sam leading us to glory for the next five years

Me too , he's big cuddly genius not a useless fat gobshite as we all incorrectly believed.

[KMD7]

Deal, but he has to grow his tache back, the sexy fucker