Jordan Henderson, MBE: World Club Cup, European Cup, European Super Cup, Premier League, FA Cup, League Cup & Charity Shield Winning Captain of Liverpool (and massive sellout)

[El Rojo]

2 hours ago, Barrington Womble said:

And apparently Trent won't be staying for the whole time too. 

As much as the best right back in the world must enjoy competing for second or third choice with England. 

[Aventus]

On 21/05/2022 at 20:41, Reckoner said:

Is Jordan Henderson forcing a move to his home town club?

Fuck that shit with herpes

[Aventus]

On 15/05/2022 at 01:16, Walter Sobchak said:

I would like to place on record my thanks to Jordan Henderson.

 

His selflessness and dedication to this club is a sight to behold. Took on the that thankless task of captaining this side after possibly the greatest player to pull on a red shirt. Not only did he make the captaincy his own, excelled in professionalism and leadership of this club.

 

For him now to win every trophy possible at Club level is no less than this man deserves. When my lad grows up and asks about this team I will first point to Henderson and say he set the tone for the success this team had.

 

So here’s to you Jordan Henderson. Thank you so very much.

Reminds me of a good post about him a while back that compared him to Gerrard and the fact that he is a completely different kind of captain but one that actually suits us better in our current form.

 

I can't find it but it said something like "a modern captain for a modern era" or something if anyone can find it. 

[Allan]

 

[Aventus]

On 26/06/2020 at 09:34, Dr Nowt said:

Everything you see and hear about this group shows he’s long been a great club captain off the pitch, but it’s been incredibly satisfying watching him grow into his role and himself to become one on the pitch too the past few years, as he’s driven this lot every step of the way while just playing better and better himself. You could visibly see the extra belief, and sense of knowing he now belongs in esteemed company, lifting that Champions League trophy above his head gave him. The next 2-3 years really could be a golden period for and from him.

 

Its an interesting thought, which some journo will no doubt bring up soon enough, about the distinction between the traditional, hard as nails on-field leader style of captains and the more collegiate, camaraderie and morale-building off-field stuff Hendo obviously excels in. He appears to be a true lieutenant for Klopp, helping him mould and shape this squad’s ridiculous togetherness, ambition and tireless raising of standards. He just maybe isn’t what we’ve all typically seen a Liverpool captain look and act like in the past, and so had to overcome that unconscious bias, along with lingering suspicions about whether he was quite good enough as a player.
 

A modern captain for a modern era. Has very much done it in his own style and all while having to fight his way out of the daunting shadow of a once-in-a-lifetime club legend, which would frankly have flattened lesser men, to boot. Goes down as an LFC immortal now and every chance of being commemorated in history as double player of the year in the season we finally broke the 30 year gypsy curse. Not bad for a humble lad from Wearside.

 

On 25/05/2022 at 19:38, Aventus said:

Reminds me of a good post about him a while back that compared him to Gerrard and the fact that he is a completely different kind of captain but one that actually suits us better in our current form.

 

I can't find it but it said something like "a modern captain for a modern era" or something if anyone can find it. 

Found it. 

[dandyman]

16 hours ago, Allan said:

 

Who’s chopping onions around here??

[Fugitive]

The start sounds like an obituary 

[liverpoolsno9]

On 25/06/2022 at 16:37, Allan said:

 

 
Neil Atkinson irritates me to fuck, just can’t be having him. Pretentious tit. 

[Total Longo]

7 hours ago, liverpoolsno9 said:

 
Neil Atkinson irritates me to fuck, just can’t be having him. Pretentious tit. 

All of that mob do. Self-important whoppers. That clip of him mincing around on stage in the fan park in Paris was incredible though.  

[Scott_M]

I enjoyed that Hendo documentary.

[Elite]

3 hours ago, Total Longo said:

All of that mob do. Self-important whoppers. That clip of him mincing around on stage in the fan park in Paris was incredible though.  

I listened TAW a few times and just can't take to any of them at all. Sooner listen to the guardian one instead.

[liverpoolsno9]

Typical Neil Atkinson match report, what the actual fuck? The man is a complete tosser.

LIVERPOOL face Sion in black kits. Sion red; red and starred. Liverpool dark and trim.

The darkness sweeping around the place. The pit. The pit. The game starts. The selection. We can’t go on like this. That’s what you think.

Questioning.

How did we?

The ball waves from left to right.

What do we?

The ball waves from right to left.

How can we?

Nobody comes. Nobody goes. It is terrible.

Boots flecked with colour in the darkness. Blues. Florescents. Flicking and flocking. Clipping and clopping.

Why did we?

Stars on shirts.

Why have we?

Questioning.

How can we?

Why? Why have these lads, these specific lads, been sent out to toil when there is no conceivable good to become from their toil?

Spades hitting icy ground. The crunch of soil being moved from here to there, from there to here. The ball bouncing, moving from left to right and from right to left. The movement pointless. Football reduced.

The waves, the waves, were soldiers moving. Well thank you and thank you and thank you and again, we call upon the author to explain.

Dead rubber. Rubber dead. Origi distant. Distant Origi. Disjointed, dishevelled, dysfunctional, disappointing, disheartening, disciplined, dystopian. Football without purpose. Without the desire to impress. Two eyes on Sunday.

Football where no one wants to get hurt. Sticks and goals may break my bones. Eleven internationals for Liverpool. Eleven internationals. Eleven. Because of something, because of something. Brad Smith aside, delivery and all, because of something.

There will be reasons. They will be good and smart. And yet.

There are always reasons. Humanity finds reasons and purpose in its greatest mundanities. This, the admin, Radio X. We are born. We entertain ourselves, we procreate, we find purpose. We die.

The blackest kit. The darkest pit. The lads running without knowing how or why. The toil. Toiling lads, two eyes on Sunday. Because Sunday is important.

The ice cracking beneath the moulded studs. Synchopated strides. Sinews pumping. No two snowflakes are alike. Who cares? What difference does it make.

Two eyes on Sunday but travelled. Two wins and the group is Liverpool’s. Two eyes on Sunday but toiled. Two wins and four draws. Two eyes on Sunday. A Sunday which has been too rarely won after ten undefeated points. But we always find something, eh Kloppo, to give us the impression we exist.

We always find something. Smith, Origi and all. Something to give us the impression we exist.

Prolix. Prolix. Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix.

[AngryOfTuebrook]

8 hours ago, liverpoolsno9 said:

Typical Neil Atkinson match report, what the actual fuck? The man is a complete tosser.

 

LIVERPOOL face Sion in black kits. Sion red; red and starred. Liverpool dark and trim.

The darkness sweeping around the place. The pit. The pit. The game starts. The selection. We can’t go on like this. That’s what you think.

Questioning.

How did we?

The ball waves from left to right.

What do we?

The ball waves from right to left.

How can we?

Nobody comes. Nobody goes. It is terrible.

Boots flecked with colour in the darkness. Blues. Florescents. Flicking and flocking. Clipping and clopping.

Why did we?

Stars on shirts.

Why have we?

Questioning.

How can we?

Why? Why have these lads, these specific lads, been sent out to toil when there is no conceivable good to become from their toil?

Spades hitting icy ground. The crunch of soil being moved from here to there, from there to here. The ball bouncing, moving from left to right and from right to left. The movement pointless. Football reduced.

The waves, the waves, were soldiers moving. Well thank you and thank you and thank you and again, we call upon the author to explain.

Dead rubber. Rubber dead. Origi distant. Distant Origi. Disjointed, dishevelled, dysfunctional, disappointing, disheartening, disciplined, dystopian. Football without purpose. Without the desire to impress. Two eyes on Sunday.

Football where no one wants to get hurt. Sticks and goals may break my bones. Eleven internationals for Liverpool. Eleven internationals. Eleven. Because of something, because of something. Brad Smith aside, delivery and all, because of something.

There will be reasons. They will be good and smart. And yet.

There are always reasons. Humanity finds reasons and purpose in its greatest mundanities. This, the admin, Radio X. We are born. We entertain ourselves, we procreate, we find purpose. We die.

The blackest kit. The darkest pit. The lads running without knowing how or why. The toil. Toiling lads, two eyes on Sunday. Because Sunday is important.

The ice cracking beneath the moulded studs. Synchopated strides. Sinews pumping. No two snowflakes are alike. Who cares? What difference does it make.

Two eyes on Sunday but travelled. Two wins and the group is Liverpool’s. Two eyes on Sunday but toiled. Two wins and four draws. Two eyes on Sunday. A Sunday which has been too rarely won after ten undefeated points. But we always find something, eh Kloppo, to give us the impression we exist.

We always find something. Smith, Origi and all. Something to give us the impression we exist.

Prolix. Prolix. Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix.

Mmm. Lovely.

 

But what was the fucking score?

[lifetime fan]

21 hours ago, Elite said:

I listened TAW a few times and just can't take to any of them at all. Sooner listen to the guardian one instead.

TAW is self absorbed fucking drivel. 
 

The Guardian football weekly is excellent most weeks. 

[Aventus]

6 hours ago, lifetime fan said:

TAW is self absorbed fucking drivel. 

It's basically a RAWK podcast, TLW pod all the way for me. 

 

(I'm a size large t-shirt BTW Dave cheers) 

[Barrington Womble]

24 minutes ago, Aventus said:

It's basically a RAWK podcast, TLW pod all the way for me. 

 

(I'm a size large t-shirt BTW Dave cheers) 

Dunno about that..Atkinson's home was ynwa. Andy Heaton's was here. 

[Bob]

I can take or leave those fellas, but I’m curious why there was a musician in this telling us about his approach to recording music. 

[TheHowieLama]

2 hours ago, Aventus said:

(I'm a size large t-shirt BTW Dave cheers) 

Huge if true.

[Total Longo]

On 28/06/2022 at 16:43, liverpoolsno9 said:

Typical Neil Atkinson match report, what the actual fuck? The man is a complete tosser.

 

LIVERPOOL face Sion in black kits. Sion red; red and starred. Liverpool dark and trim.

The darkness sweeping around the place. The pit. The pit. The game starts. The selection. We can’t go on like this. That’s what you think.

Questioning.

How did we?

The ball waves from left to right.

What do we?

The ball waves from right to left.

How can we?

Nobody comes. Nobody goes. It is terrible.

Boots flecked with colour in the darkness. Blues. Florescents. Flicking and flocking. Clipping and clopping.

Why did we?

Stars on shirts.

Why have we?

Questioning.

How can we?

Why? Why have these lads, these specific lads, been sent out to toil when there is no conceivable good to become from their toil?

Spades hitting icy ground. The crunch of soil being moved from here to there, from there to here. The ball bouncing, moving from left to right and from right to left. The movement pointless. Football reduced.

The waves, the waves, were soldiers moving. Well thank you and thank you and thank you and again, we call upon the author to explain.

Dead rubber. Rubber dead. Origi distant. Distant Origi. Disjointed, dishevelled, dysfunctional, disappointing, disheartening, disciplined, dystopian. Football without purpose. Without the desire to impress. Two eyes on Sunday.

Football where no one wants to get hurt. Sticks and goals may break my bones. Eleven internationals for Liverpool. Eleven internationals. Eleven. Because of something, because of something. Brad Smith aside, delivery and all, because of something.

There will be reasons. They will be good and smart. And yet.

There are always reasons. Humanity finds reasons and purpose in its greatest mundanities. This, the admin, Radio X. We are born. We entertain ourselves, we procreate, we find purpose. We die.

The blackest kit. The darkest pit. The lads running without knowing how or why. The toil. Toiling lads, two eyes on Sunday. Because Sunday is important.

The ice cracking beneath the moulded studs. Synchopated strides. Sinews pumping. No two snowflakes are alike. Who cares? What difference does it make.

Two eyes on Sunday but travelled. Two wins and the group is Liverpool’s. Two eyes on Sunday but toiled. Two wins and four draws. Two eyes on Sunday. A Sunday which has been too rarely won after ten undefeated points. But we always find something, eh Kloppo, to give us the impression we exist.

We always find something. Smith, Origi and all. Something to give us the impression we exist.

Prolix. Prolix. Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix.

ahahahahaha, incredible. He should never have written anything again, after that. Impossible to top. 

[VladimirIlyich]

On 29/06/2022 at 15:19, Aventus said:

It's basically a RAWK podcast, TLW pod all the way for me. 

 

(I'm a size large t-shirt BTW Dave cheers) 

You'll need a bigger fridge.

[AngryOfTuebrook]

I've just seen him on telly fronting a campaign against sexist abuse. 

 

He's gone full Ace Rimmer, as far as I'm concerned.

 

[Elite]

He's the type of lad you'd want your offspring to marry.

 

Including your son's.

[TheHowieLama]

Change thread title.

[dockers_strike]

He's lifted the lot.

[El Rojo]

‘Do you even lift, bro?’