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Has he been merk'd?

SSN is hugely amusing at the moment. They just read out an email from a manc, moaning that 'we all know how clumsy Heskey is, he shouldn't have been aloowed near Rio'. And he was being serious! How old are these twats - five? Loads using the phrase 'the three lions' without any irony, too. What a bunch of dingbats.

Amazing, isn't it? You'd think England had never played before without Labia Lips. Oh well, Rio, mate, back on holiday you go:

So Gerrard will be captain and his Engerlandisation will be complete.

The Barry Fry option is toast. Mark Hughes can't even breathe properly, the great big asthmatic twat!

Can we damn near cripple Tommy Smyth for the club, please?

True!

I think Dalglish going for O'Neill would be a like a turkey making a restaurant reservation for Christmas. Whereas Hodgson would probably like having Kenny around, MON, surely, would boot him out as soon as he got through the door.

The great irony today is that it's never been easier to find out about the past and yet there's never been so little inclination to do so. Add to that the number of young fans we've attracted over the past ten years or so who have no familial connection with the area or the club, and it's not that much of a surprise that they know feck all about Shankly, that one who followed him, and the bloke off Oliver Twist, etc etc, and, sadly, Hillsborough. Big clubs attract more than their fair share of bone-headed twits. But it just shows how much work is still to be done - every media inaccuracy about the tragedy needs to be jumped on immediately. Many reporters are only in their early twenties, badly educated and can barely spell - the errors and oversights will get worse, not better, so we have to keep getting the message out there.

Like, can I have a go? You know, everyone labours under this delusion, this myth, that John was the one with tactical nous. Actually, you know, the truth is, it was me. Yeah (Yeah Yeah). John had a loud voice. He was like Thommo. He'd whistle a lot and then his tooth would fly out. Or mine. Usually mine. But the tooth is it was just a tooth. Ha ha ha! But, seriously, you know, I was the brains when it came to soccer, or "football" as some call it. John lived in Menlove Avenue. You didn't play in the street in Menlove Avenue. You sat inside wearing moleskin trousers, listening to Berlioz, doing your best to forget you lived in a place called Menlove Avenue. I was the one who played football in the street. George was there, but he was far too young to play contact sports, so he'd just watch from the pavement strumming his ukelele, shouting 'goal!' or 'gear!' every now and again. But it was a passion of mine, I can tell you. We'd all sit in the Jacaranda, having a cup of tea, and I'd always be the one moving the salt and pepper around to illustrate how to stop Tom Finney via zonal marking. George didn't say anything cos he was so much younger than everyone else - he was too young for tea - but John would be like: "Are you gonna use that salt and pepper or not?" Didn't get it at all. I'd just be like, you know, cool about it. This went on all through the Sixties. John would be watching TV, shouting stuff like, "What's the fucking matter with that lazy fucking idiot Gerry Byrne?" And I'd be like "I think you'll find he's fractured his collar bone and is trying to hide it from his opponents". He'd just punch me in the mouth, but that was John. Yes, he did put Albert Stubbins on the cover of Sgt Pepper, but only because he thought it was Billy Liddell. I'd be saying, like: "John, I think you'll find that's Albert Stubbins..." He'd just punch me in the mouth, but that was John. Okay, I'm known for my conservative inclinations - when the Kop was shouting "Attack, Attack, Attack!" I'd be, you know, like saying, very politely, "Get back," but I'm pretty adventurous these days. I admit I don't mind the Blues because me Dad supported them, but I'm really up for the Reds these days and I think you'll find I'm damn good at motivation. The things I got someone with only one leg to do, well, it prepares me for the challenge of Lucas. So come on, people: two thumbs up from Kenny and I'll be in there, like, doing crazy far out stuff and winning things. Ringo will come too, only don't call him by his stage name, "Mr Tank Engine".

Roy Hodgson is a bit anxious about being able to pronounce 'Towwes,' 'Gewwawd,' 'Cawwa,' 'Weina' and 'welegation'.

Could it be magic?

Aldo seems to have been hit by an iron pipe just before he goes on TV these days. Either that or he's pissed. He contradicts himself so much I'm surprised he doesn't start asking himself to step outside.

So they burnt a picture of a flag? Literally?

They already are miffed with us, after all the mess we made with that oil leak. And you haven't apologised for THAT yet, you heartless fecker!

Yes, sort of - I've made about 100 posts there in six years - but quite a few on here are members there and elswhere, too. So what? I much prefer it here, except when sad wankers are wasting thread after thread moaning about why they don't like other fans and forums. It's fucking perverse.

Rafa's left the club, in the broad sense of the academy and reserve set-up as well as the first team squad, in a much healthier state than his predecessor did. That's a legacy that, if the club survives these next few years, will be appreciated eventually by a wider audience.

Christ almighty this forum is obsessed with RAWK! Give it a damn rest!

And sorry some called you a cunt for not living up to their own high standards.

He displays the same extraordinarily heady mixture of arrogance, stupidity, misplaced condescension and absolutely pointless insolence, so, yes, almost certainly. The twat.

Yes, he was very good.

That's it? Beecroft is Alan Brazil's wine waiter.

Ballague has just been on TV saying the players are protesting it's nothing to do with them - it's all down to results. Phew, lucky they didn't have anything to do with the results!