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The result ruined my weekend but hey it's not the end of the world. The Burnley match was a shock too but we bounced back and turn things around for the good and have done really well since then. There's nothing wrong with a kick up the arse and a reality check now and again (and in all honesty we were 80% great in the game) and I think in terms of this young teams' development it will help us rather than hurt and there is a lesson to be learned that games are 95 minutes long and you can't switch off, hell its worked our favour too before. But it must start with a good performance and convincing win against West Ham. We have the capabilities of dry bumming them good and proper if the attitude and spirit is there. Chelsea aren't going to stay on that run forever and we still need to be in the mix to pounce when it does (hopefully end). We go again etc

I would crawl bollocko through a mile of broken glass just to make a stock out of one of her used tampons

I remember thinking during the Burnley game, 'we're missing stevie here' as we were clearly lacking someone to just put their foot on the ball and take charge. But that was Burnley. Obviously things have changed, and sadly I don't think anything good can come of him being anywhere near the dressing room in this period. Maybe in the summer, yes, in a coaching role.

When you open a pack of ciggies and the plastic wrap stuff sticks like static to your fingers and you can't get rid of it

Looks like Benitez looking into the back of a spoon (Shit did I mention f@#ball)

Not sure if it's been mentioned on here yet but Goliath is a belter series. Dark, funny and tensely erotic. Billy Bob Thornton should by rights be a ball bag but he's been ace in everything I've seen him in. Some decent Women in it too.

The palace semi (the pardew one) was the day I think when the wheels really started coming off. The defence that day crumbled like a well cooked shortbread biccy. I remember watching it on the box with my mum and dad, it's vivid, my arl fella was properly, like, gut wrenching gutted and I remember him saying "that's it, we're fucked" and the realisation was sinking in that we were no longer the force we were and we weren't top dogs any more. I was about 9 or 10 and had been brought up spoilt on success. I didn't know what a real losing feeling was. I couldn't fathom why my dad was giving our own players shit, with some venom, it was unheard of. Of course, we were still then a good team, but it was clear we were on the slide. Hansen was spent, and burrows, hysen, Gillespie, Staunton were always a bit brittle, and nowhere near the standard of those that preceded them. And then the likes of jimmy carter and David speedie started drifting in. We became what man united are today and lost our identity. It's mad, and probably to do with my age, but even now as fucking boss as we are at the moment, our current team still look like boys compared to the 87/88 team. Don't know if it's the muzzies but the players back then looked like proper men's men, like they could handle themselves in a scrap. I reckon the current crop would get snotted off the park from the Barnes, Beardsley, Aldridge, macmahon team.

I concur with peter green being a god and better than Clapton but equally you would be hard pushed to find a band with as much musical talent in that era (or any in fact) as with those he had around him. I don't think Kirwin and spencer ever get the full recognition they deserved. There's plenty of live/bootleg stuff out and about from them times and they were shitkickingly immense. Only beefhearts' band can run 'em close. The 'other' mac were boss too. Rumours is as good as its hype. Tango in the night was superb too if not let down a tad by the 80's-ness of its production.

Yes slippers. There's a distinct lack of carpets in our house. And a slightly incontinent dog.

I don't think our defence is anywhere near as bad as the press we get but even so I reckon it makes us the team we are and the unpredictability adds to our identity. As much as I liked the great season we had under Brendan when we were blowing teams away in the first 20 minutes the rest of the game was usually boring and forgetful. Now you can't take your eyes off them for 95 minutes. This season is going to be a roller coaster and I wouldn't change it.

At 36 I feel I should have plenty of spunk left in me alas the only true pleasures I get in life these days are the satisfaction of curling off a really good shit and the joy of putting on a brand spanking new pair of slippers

Gary Mac's last game at Anfield "Go back to Coventry"