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  1. 16 points
    I've always wanted to live in a world where Liverpool twat everyone they come across, and yesterday I got a glimpse of it as Southampton were just hopelessly outmatched in every area of the field. There was a moment in the first half when the linesman let play carry on when a Southampton player was miles offside, and my primary thought was 'Alisson will save it anyway'. And he did. This was what I've always thought I wanted, a game where Liverpool can be as casual as fuck yet still breeze past the opposition. So is it what I really wanted? Yeah, it was. I don't give a shit about 'football', I just care about Liverpool, and being able to relax and just admire the men in red was a real pleasure. It was, for example, the first time I have had the headspace to look at Trent in a forensic manner and lordy, he really looked the generational player that he's meant to be. He made the Southampton players look like they'd won a raffle to play against him. After all the dross that we've watched over the years, how could you not be happy? It was a delight. And yet...a part of me was bothered by it all. I thought I may have been developing a conscience, an out-of-towner piggybacking on Liverpool's greatness alongside the two Londoners sitting next to me while a few thousand Southampton fans dragged their butts halfway along the island to see their local team walloped. And that might be a small part of it. Mostly though, I think I fear for a future where the financial dopers send out teams proportionately outmatching Liverpool teams shorn of Klopp's genius. I'm determined to enjoy days like yesterday, especially because I know it can't be sustained in a world where there will be a handful of teams boasting a Trent in every position.
  2. 15 points
  3. 15 points
    my wife's due to give birth to our first kid (son) on Wednesday...nervous as hell. not about the Derby though
  4. 15 points
    Thank you reds. A lovely birthday present for me today. I'm away with Mrs niallers and she has a face like a smacked arse that I've "ruined" the night by making her drive to the hotel and me watching it on the phone haha. Get in
  5. 15 points
    My time to shine. Been working in Motherwell and on the morning we were leaving I was feeling a little off but put it down to the Indian restaurant the night before that our clients had paid for in way of saying thanks for our work. My colleagues were all scoffing breakfast in the hotel but I left it, and as the final morning in the office wore on I could feel my stomach doing knots. Onto the train ride home and something is wrong, particularly around Carlisle and was visiting the toilet regularly to take a shit or trying to make myself vomit in a last ditch attempt to stop myself feeling so ill. By Preston I'm sweating profusely and annoyed by the gang of Cockneys who had been on the same journey who were now pissed and had party food on their tables, and the smell was knocking me sick. They were all suited and booted, and having those conversations that nobody wanted to hear, but they were screaming at each other so that people could be jealous of how fucking important they thought they were. Anyway, I'm getting off at Wigan to catch the connecting train to Lime Street so my work mates and I are all stood up with our bags and I tell a mate of mine to hold onto my stuff for me because I think I'm going to spew with the motion sickness being added to my I presume food poisoning. As I head towards the toilet I can feel the vomit rise from my stomach and shoot into my mouth, but heroically I manage to stop it from seeping out onto our aforementioned London friends and cover my mouth with my hands. My body decides to launch another gallon of spew from the depths of my stomach and it fucking goes everywhere, jetting from my mouth and between my fingers in a hose type fashion, spraying the Cockneys, their food, laptops, mobile phones and stops the 'bantz' dead. I just look at them, repeatedly saying sorry and being ushered away by a mate before I'm knocked out cold by two burly southerners. I jump off the train at the other end and my mate who's carrying my bag starts running towards me shouting, 'Look at their fucking faces!!!' and as I turn back towards the train there's a table of Londoner's staring at me in shock. I gave them a thumbs up to let them know I was okay. Spent the rest of the day in bed wishing I was dead.
  6. 14 points
    The shite, managed by an ex-Liverpool boss the Everton fans have long derided to be a fat Spanish waiter, at the pit on Wednesday night, live on Amazon Prime. Not a sentence anyone would have thought possible little over a decade ago, and yet here we are. The name in the hot-seat may have changed from last year, but bloody hell do we owe this lot. Many of last year’s problems had their roots in this fixture, and what the mongrels got away with beggars belief. Incidentally, that's two managers they've had who've exchanged the Bernabeu for the Barn Of Boo in recent years, on top of another who exchanged the Boo Camp for the Nou Camp. Anyway: Front foot. Urgency. Up-tempo football. Utter domination. Creativity. Know-how! I don’t ask for much. Yeah, last year’s game was practically a blueshite fan’s wet dream. They are more bothered about fucking us up than actually beating us. They love to see their players try to cripple ours. They love to roll out the blue carpet for fans of club that are ‘rivals’ to us, laying on the sandwich platters and having their heads patted by people who openly sing about the city and Scousers being workshy dole-queuing hubcap-stealing Neanderthals who eat rats as a treat in their slums. They love it when their team gets a pasting by these so-called ‘rivals’ because it makes things harder for our team. They love David Fucking Coote. I’d never heard of him before that day, but it’s safe to say I know that fucking idiot now. Even Boris the Biff would struggle to make such a hash of things. Two wrong VAR decisions that left me cursing Coote’s dad for not pulling out of his mum at the opportune moment! Sadio had given us an early lead. T-Rex Arms and his reckless lunge put Virg out for the season. Two headed goals conceded. Mo curling in a belter with almost no backlift. And then Hendo denied a last-minute winner when Sadio’s elbow was adjudged to be a millimetre offside. You can’t score a goal with your elbow but that didn’t matter to Coote. He and PGMOL were firmly on the side of looking to rule out perfectly legitimate goals for the most minor of infractions (or non-infractions), and we were on the receiving end of this shit all season. Of course we’ve had much better days at the woodshed. I could have pulled up any number of famous away wins (“Rushie scored 4!” anyone?) but I’ve chosen 6th December 1969. Shanks’ lads made the short trip to take on Harry Catterick’s Blues and their “Holy Trinity” of Ball, Kendall and Harvey. Breezeblock Head Joe Royle played up front for them. It was a side that would claim the league title that very season. By contrast, ours was a side that was in the process of being broken up as many of the manager’s stalwarts no longer had the legs. In this game it didn’t show though, as both the effervescent Emlyn Hughes and striking understudy Bobby Graham got on the scoresheet in a resounding 3-0 win. The game is best remembered for one of the greatest own goals ever. Certainly the greatest in a derby. Step forward Sandy Brown and your magnificent diving header. The big film in early December 1969 is another piece of utter magnificence. George Roy Hill directed it. Paul Newman and Robert Redford became box office gold off the back of it. Katharine Ross played it perfectly understated. Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid is an endlessly quotable, enormously enjoyable caper where the charismatic leader of a gang of railroad bank robbers and the fastest gunslinger in the West try to escape the mysterious white-hatted bounty hunter Lafors and his team of trackers, going as far as Bolivia. The film is so well done, you can forgive the Burt Bacharach musical number and long montage sequence in the middle of the film. Somehow they don’t detract from the whole experience. Butch’s last line is an absolute gem to go out on. Fuego! We know from experience that Rafa favours pragmatism over expansive football, and I wouldn’t expect any different here. I’ve no idea what overall shape his team are in because they just look like Everton regardless. They’re about where I’d expect them to be. We’ve had an excellent week and the worry would be that we then go and lay an egg on Wednesday night. But this is a group of players that know how to get a job done, and Jurgen’s list of available options is slowly increasing as players make their way back from lay-offs and others find a bit of form. We know we have what it takes to go there and win. Just go there and do it, and make their fans once again be like that guy in the gif.
  7. 14 points
    He was in B&Q at the time like
  8. 14 points
  9. 12 points
    They need to completely disregard anything we do. If they want to move forward as a football club they need a mission statement with 5 bullet points of what they want to achieve over the next 5-10 years, genuine, realistic targets, and if they do that then they could actually get out of the rut they’re in. They won’t though, they’re completely consumed by everything we do and that’s what is holding them back more than anything. The stupid cunts are stuck in a perpetual hell though because of us. I genuinely hope they go broke, the spiteful, horrible pricks.
  10. 11 points
    The taming of the boo Romeo and Booliette Boolius Caesar A midwinter nights mare A comedy of errors
  11. 11 points
    Prison experience for me was from when I played a lot of rugby when I was younger. The league we were in had a game against a maximum security prison team in the north east somewhere. I remember as a young fella what a sobering experience the whole episode was, from having to get all your details checked out by the government, far in advance of the game, being searched, then the reality of the numerous checks as each iron barred gate opened, closed loudly and locked behind you. A real weird atmosphere and briefing on what to expect, what-if scenarios etc., before finally getting escorted out on to the pitch, which was double fenced all the way round, in the middle of prison. From the cells ‘fortunate’ enough to have a pitch side view, there were prisoners faces screaming dogs abuse from the barred windows! The pitch itself was pristine, but the shock of seeing there were overhead wires to prevent helicopters dropping in for rescue attempts, was soon replaced by the horror of seeing about 150 prisoners stood around the touch line. So, the game kicks off and immediately it was clear that the overhead wires would restrict the kicking game and/or add to the excitement of the game, as the ball dropped straight back down with no territory gained. Their team was mostly prisoners but with some guards in it too and we were obviously expecting some sort of Mean Machine script to unfold. Motivating comments from the crowd of “rip his fucking throat out”, and “you look good in those shorts son”, meant the full width of the pitch wasn’t utilised that frequently. To this date, I would say that this was the physically hardest but fairest game I’ve ever played in, with zero foul play. One of the guards who played explained to us afterwards when we mentioned it, that it was because if any prisoner crossed a line, they would lose their hard gained privileges for themselves and the whole team. So, in short it gave them a ‘fair’ outlet for their anger and frustration, a break from prison routine, as well as better facilities and food. A great game, both teams played well and it finished as a good scoring respectable draw, but when the final whistle blew, there was a pitch invasion! I figured it was literally my end of game, as prisoners swamped us all, but to my great relief and then joy, they were all patting us on the back and saying things like “Thanks for coming here lads”, “Thanks for coming to play”, “Really appreciate you coming”. A humbling and rewarding feeling. Again one of the guards later explained, that many of the teams they were drawn against would forgoe the game and points, so they’d train without getting a game. The more trusted prisoners didn’t get their two hours standing round a pitch for entertainment and the rest of the prisoners didn’t get their break in routine and probably no opportunity to gamble. The after beers session in the officers mess was also the strangest after game drinks I’ve been to, as the opposing team wasn’t there to get pissed with, save for 3 or 4 guards. Full rollercoaster of emotions that day, and certainly both an eye opener and deterrent to ending up in somewhere like that.
  12. 10 points
    I remember this shout when Hansen was playing for us. Not new, or wool.
  13. 10 points
    Went to watch Hertha BSC host Augsberg today at the Olympiastadion in Berlin. Stadium was ace, but there can’t have been more than 15,000 people there, and that could be way overestimating as the huge stadium was mostly empty with just the section behind one goal in the upper tier being even close to busy, and we got ourselves in there easily and had a whole row to ourselves. The game had kicked off when the PA system was still making announcements and playing “we are sailing” while everyone holds scarves aloft above their heads and sways about. Game was shite, both teams terrible anywhere near the goal, but Hertha we’re always comfortable after going ahead due to a terrible mix up between goalie and defender gave them a tap in about 5 mins before half time. second half players and fans went berserk after a second goal from a corner but while the whole team are on the blue running track way past the pitch celebrating and everyone is singing along to the goal celebration music the goal go chalked off for offside by VAR. another was disallowed for offside later, like the goal Everton had ruled out against the Mancs earlier this year, where the lad through on goal should never have even been thinking about passing but did, and the scorer was offside. 3 1/2 mins into 4 mins of added time, Hertha had a corner, which they took short and tried to buy a soft free kick in the corner but the ref didn’t buy, gave the other way and then had to book a couple of players after a scuffle. Somehow the goalie was allowed to take the free kick from about half way into his half, and the ball ends up being played into the box for Augsberg to head into the net for an undeserved equaliser. full time 1-1. very pissed. Lovely time. IMG_1176.MOV IMG_1182.MOV
  14. 9 points
    I’d like us to race into a six nil lead in the first twenty minutes just to see how many leave.
  15. 9 points
  16. 9 points
    Not a fry up but my breakfast today cost £1.65. Duck noodle soup. That's a mug of green tea which you get given as soon as you sit down
  17. 8 points
    Awful, awful wool shouts from the Kop. Stop shouting shoot whenever a player is within 40 yards of the goal. Cringe.
  18. 8 points
    What pisses me off, and I don't mean it in an entitled way, is that I can't help feeling that we should have more to show in terms of trophies for these past few years. This team really deserves to be spoken of in hushed tones at times and but for the likes of Kompany getting away with that tackle and that dirty bastard at Real Madrid we could have been boasting the amount of trophies that I feel we deserve. Probably just me but with Klopp probably going in a couple of years I can't help having a bit of 'what if' from time to time. Hopefully this year balances this out a bit.
  19. 8 points
    Fell asleep on the train pissed and was woken by some teenager taking photo's of me to send to his mates no doubt. Demanded his phone off him and told him I'd kick the shit out of him. I was roundly boo'd by fellow passengers and told them all to fuck off before pin balling my way off the train. At the wrong stop.
  20. 7 points
    You're being told to put a mask on when you go in a shop, you're not being thrown in an oubliette you massive fanny.
  21. 7 points
    Right, let’s nip this in the bud. 1. if a client has admitted guilt in instructions, then you can only present a defence by testing the prosecution case without advancing an actual defence - ie. do they have sufficient evidence to prove the case. 2. We are officers of the court and cannot deceive the court by putting forward something that is untrue. 3. If by ‘every trick in the book’ you mean advance our client’s mitigation to achieve the best possible sentence, then yes , we do that because we are under a duty to act in the best interests of our client, and if we don’t we leave ourselves open to negligence actions. 4. Before the court sentence somebody for a serious offence, where it would make an effective difference to the length of sentence, the court will ask for a pre-sentence report from the Probation Service which will deal with the offender’s backgrounds and attitude, and may ask for a psychiatric/psychologists report so that the Judge can consider the question of dangerousness. The people who prepare those reports are well aware that their duty is to the court, not the prosecution or defence. They are independent. 5. We do not sit in judgement on people. That is the job of either the magistrates or, the jury, or the judge. If you decide not to act in the best interests of somebody because you’ve personally decided their guilt, then get out of the job because you’ll misjudge people who are innocent as well.
  22. 7 points
  23. 7 points
    Took the boy out whilst the girls were napping - it was tipping it down so stuck his coat on but shouldn't have bothered. He jumped in a muddy ditch, rolled in fox poo and had a quick paddle. So I was bathing him regardless. It was lovely out though, these are the woods 2 minutes from our house - we're absolutely blessed with lovely places to walk in Sheffield.
  24. 7 points
  25. 7 points
    Quite an exquisite dresser as well. Fergie will need to up the security on his stables though.



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