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Went to the community center today to spend the day putting on a Christmas dinner for; the homeless, those below the poverty line, refugees and those, who are well - just lonely and on their own. Knackered now after doing our dinner when we get back after laying and setting the tables, serving to everyone and delivering meals to those who couldn't make it to the center. And as like last year, yes, that's my champion of champions of trifles taking center stage on the afters table. Merry Christmas GF'ers and peace and good will to all and lets hope that next year, a smattering of socialism and care for one another, spreads its ever so tiny little wings into this clusterfuck of greed and egocentric capitalisn shitfest, that we call a nation. Merry Christmas.

Already this evening we have killed a fox with a baseball bat. How is your Boxing Day going?

Oh well, Christmas Day in the hospital nearly over. Wasn't that bad. Food bit bland but some miniature Gins have turned up. They seem to be disappearing now though! The NHS has it's critics but the staff here have been fucking superb. Loads of chocs etc supplied. Likely here till Monday but it doesn't seem too daunting now. Onwards and upwards.

Was telling a mate in the pub about this thread last night when two drunk punks came in and sat down near us and started sneering and calling me a nerd for talking about a forum in a real life situation. I told them to pipe down and they did for a while, but then it started up again. Regrettable, but they had been warned. I punched the first in the throat and he fell coughing and spluttering, his pint of Carling now forgotten, his salt and vinegar crisps neglected. His pal cowered and begged for mercy and I said I’d let him off on condition that he took a serious life lesson from what had just happened. He actually thanked me before he helped his friend out, and the whole pub began applauding as they left.

Ask the Irish whether Henry should have an opinion about what constitutes a handball...

Comprehensively outfoxed, pig. Comprehensively outfoxed.

Thank You Jurgen for giving us this. What a Man.

Ah hem

Fuck that noise, it's the same thing for me, fuck silhouettes, Premier League Schmemier League, it's a league title, the number will be 19 next to that same silhouette and then next year it will be 20 and a picture of a Liver bird back on it's fucking perch.

I thought I was liked................bastards!

*cough*

I've been watching football since 1976 when my Granda bought me my 1st ever Liverpool scarf (still got it btw), and I've always believed that Kenny's 88 - 89 Reds were the best football team I've ever seen, had we been allowed to play in Europe at that time I'm in no doubt that we'd have had at least 2 more European Cups. But this team of ours, Kloppo's team of young titans, world champions, gives me pause for thought. Our lads' are beyond exceptional, beyond phenomenal, beyond incredible, words fail me in describing these lads, our lads', our team. Oh the Reds have ascended the hill boys and they're looking down on everyone else. Everyone. It's a great time to be alive my friends, Happy Christmas.

Ancelotti always looks like he's overdosed on anti depressants these days. Even at Napoli he looked like he wants to walk on the motorway in his dressing gown.

Milner coming on I think - he’ll do! Perhaps he’ll score another pen!

Got to be honest, I quite like the fact that he doesn't give a fuck. Better than all those egotistical fuckers at the likes of united. He's still no Gerrard though.

I’m incredibly impressed with how Jose Mourinho has condensed his usual three-year cycle of improvement, stagnation and decline into just nine league games at Spurs

Mate’s wife is Columbian. She posted these Christmas photos up on Facebook. Pissing myself at the ageing Cartel enforcer, struggling to evade his demons around family.

Written by : 3 Stacks. As any hopeless romantic knows, love is a fleeting emotion. It is ever so hard to find, but when we do find it, our previously dour lives gain meaning. This is why we crave love, we chase love. And when we find that special person who makes us feel, we are willing to do anything for them. This is why I was compelled to write this article. I never thought I would find another. When I first laid eyes on that lovely French-Tunisian lad I thought; this is it. The tanned caramel skin tone, the curly brush cut, the left peg crafted by the Gods themselves. I gave my heart to Hatem Ben Arfa. I followed first, his stint on the North East at Newcastle, where he dazzled Geordies with his tantalizing skill. I remember where I was when I watched his solo goal against Bolton Wanderers. I'll never forget that moment. I supported him through the hard times, because that's what love is all about. Although, I couldn't bring myself to watch him at Hull. There are limits after all. But my joy rekindled during his time at Nice and, subsequently, at Rennes. His time at PSG in the middle of those two stops, I'd rather not talk about. Too emotionally charged. Too painful. I still haven't recovered from the heartache, although better times followed. As shown, love has its ups and downs. And now, with Hatem being out of work I thought that was it. Was my first footballing true love going to be my only experience of this wonderful emotion that we all cherish so much as human beings? Was this tumultuous relationship destined to be a singular experience with no other player able to fully capture my heart? And then, this season, I saw. I saw him. And wonderfully, my heart skipped a beat, once more. The slicked back blond-streaked mane, the low shin pads revealing the greatest legs I'd ever seen since a young Alison Brie, the way time seems to stop when he gets on the ball. Jacky Fucking Grealish. Stay still my beating heart. When I first saw him for a few fleeting moments in the Championship, I was intrigued. You could say I gave him a double-take. But unfortunately, it wasn't yet meant to be. The timing wasn't right. Wrong place, wrong time. Do you think for one second I was going to be watching the Championship? Absolutely not. But in the right circumstances, could I give him a chance? Absolutely. And then, that chance came. Jacky G led his team to the Premier League. It's like the smoke show I was admiring from afar, bumping into from time to time, moved right next door. And so I acquainted myself with him, watching Villa every chance I got. And when I first did, let me tell you, I felt the sparks immediately. The control he had over the ball. Mesmerizing. But I wanted to see more. Like a great first couple of dates that makes you wonder what lies in store. And then, the end product. The deft left-footed finish against Norwich, the match-winning performance against Brighton, the world class curler vs. Man United, the low fizzer against Leicester, and the cracking half-volley vs. Southampton. Moments that confirm what you're feeling is real. And boy was it real. But that's often not the issue. When we find that special someone, that feeling that they give us in isolation is often enough to blind us to trouble. What is this trouble, you may ask? Villa are terrible. Unwatchable. Jacky G is its lone guiding light. Its shining beacon. It is beyond painful watching him, alone, fighting off the desperate challenges of thugs around Britain, as his team play pedestrian football on its way to losing comfortably to the likes of Sheffield United and Southampton. Even in victory, such as today against Norwich, he cuts a depressed figure. Letting out sighs of frustration as Matt Targett once again, hoofs the ball up the field instead of finding his talisman, rushing towards him like a knight in shining armour to give him an option to play it short. And so this is my plea to Aston Villa Football Club: Please let him leave, this January, or this summer. Let him lead his own life. Let him run to greater pastures. The man I have found space for in my heart once again has a dysfunctional family around him trying to drag him down. He has so much potential. Get him away from the shouting matches, the drugs, the alcoholism, the bad neighborhood. Set him free from his broken home and let him go to a better one. Let him realize his potential. My former love could never escape the clutches of mediocrity around him and it broke him. Don't let the same happen to my new love. If you truly care for him. Thanks for reading.

Loved how Bobby just stopped the world before tucking that in the corner.

Matip, Lovren, Fabinho, Oxlade-Chamberlain to come back from injury. Minamino to come in. Some more than promising kids being blooded. We've come a long way.

An excellent post in full.

Millie!!! Haha I said didn’t I? Brilliant!!!

When he gets on to the technical aspects of forward play he is good value. One of the very few pundits who occasionally point out things that actually enhance your understanding of what has occurred ( A shame we don't have as many of them as the cricket )

i think a notable mention to full midfield trio of Henderson, Wijnaldum and Keita tonight to. They where fucking brilliant. The only bad thing Keita did was run out of steam, if thats a bad thing, i thought the 3 where excellent. Same with the back 4, Gomez and Van Dijk is a match made in heaven, who's out pacing either of them? Fucking no-one!!!!

Didn’t have chance to say it at the time but I loved it when bobby celebrated with Klopp!

Not sure whether this should go in here or the world of a woman thread. My Mrs has just said as Trent scored then “what’s his name again? Terence Trent D’Arby?”

TAA Flight 66 is now soaring at 33,000 ft.

That smile on Trent. Fucking great stuff.

James Ice cold andre 3000 milner. Fucking stones on that man.

I imagine the signal is pretty poor there to be honest mate.

How good was that? As high quality a performance as you're likely to see form any team in the world at any point in history. We really are a magnificent side now, and we can even afford an off day performance or 2, which would have been unheard of a season or 2 ago. Gomez and VVD have the potential to be as good as anything we have ever had, and the full backs probably already are. Great header from Bobby. That's 3 in 3 and it's about time he hits a bit of a purple patch. What Mane was doing for that for the chance is beyond me. Stick your right foot through it man. I think that's been on his kind since (notice his reaction at missing that chance). Oh, and Brendan Rodgers can fuck right off.

Try having a hydrocele mate, you'll know what big bollocks are then!!

Would that word be........ TRAGEDY!!?? I know, coat on etc.

What happened to Mike Hooper? The strong, silent type. That was a footballer. He wasn’t in touch with his feelings. He just did what he had to do. See, what they didn’t know was once they got Mike Hooper in touch with his feelings that they wouldn’t be able to shut him up! And then it’s dysfunction this, and dysfunction that, and dysfunction vaffancul!

Keys is a twat Rosenthal is a gent it's as simple as that

We'll win comfortably, you soft cunts.

Fucking hell, even Barry Gibb would have a word.

I hope we just unceremoniously add the extra number to the existing one. Fuck everyone with their “Liverpool have never won the Premier League” bullshit. Been the preserve of Aston Villa supporters and Sky generation skidmarks for decades. Always been a load of ‘bantz’ shite. That won’t change and it shouldn’t be dignified as and when we ever win it. Also has a Ronnie Moran energy to it. Normal service resumed, add it to all the others, now think about next year...

I'm taking issue with this. Consider yourself taken issue with.

Laptop on. Gin goes well with CSNY, Dead, Airplane and Floyd.