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Everton beating us to 4th place or United winning number 19. Everton would be worse i reckon. Neither will happen like, i'm just speculating. I think.

..Vincent.

Liverpool * 25 Reina * 05 Agger * 22 Insua * 23 Carragher * 37 Skrtel * 08 Gerrard yellow card * 17 Maxi * 20 Mascherano yellow card * 21 Lucas * 18 Kuyt * 19 Babel Substitutes * 01 Cavalieri, * 12 Aurelio, * 34 Kelly, * 04 Aquilani, * 11 Riera, * 15 Benayoun, * 09 Torres 1. 2. 3. Thanks.

M62 both ways a fucking nightmare, and just got into the office 45 minutes late. None of the main access roads gritted, and just as bad coming in from Manchester apparently

After Liverpool players, smallish clubs who we have won more than combined, nice one moores you cunt, I hope your head ends up in someones fridge.

I'm not one to start a thread but Portsmouths' plight should not be ignored! Harry Redknapp sold that club down the swanny, fucked off and left them in the shit! Any decent football supporter (in my view) should rally around that club and do what they can to keep the club afloat! The FA turned their back on them so it is down to us, as supporters of football to help that struggling club! Petition the FA, Demonstrate on the streets! Whatever it takes! I am a Liverpool supporter for life but what is happenning down there is disgusting!!

Billionaire owners can make £140m double deal happen By Rob Shepherd & Aidan Magee, 20/02/2010 WHEN Garry Cook courted Kaka, he became the laughing stock of world football. But the sniggering has stopped. And now the Manchester City chief executive has turned his attention to Fernando Torres and Steven Gerrard, nobody should take him lightly. The chase for fourth place in the Premier League won't be decided at Eastlands today. The clash between City and Liverpool is more a symbol of a seismic shift between a waning power beset by internal and financial problems and a club that knows no limits. Even a defeat for Roberto Mancini's side does not alter that landscape. There are those at Anfield only too aware of the threat from City, not least to Liverpool's two biggest stars. After the false dawn of Thakskin Shinawatra, the pledges of owner Sheikh Mansour are proving to be no mirage. That sends out a compelling message to both Torres and Gerrard - that they may have to re-evaluate their futures in the summer. It's not even a secret within the City corridors of power that the hierarchy are plotting a £140million double swoop for both Torres and Gerrard this summer. City officials are already planning how they can pull off what would be one of the most audacious transfer coups of all time. Fourth place and Champions League football would inevitably help sugar the pill of an Anfield parting but even without the lure of football at the highest level, City believe they hold more than a few aces. If the injured Torres chooses to watch the game from the Eastlands stands, he will be taken by the modern facilities and the potential to increase the capacity to 65,000 - while visions of a new state-of-the-art Anfield remain a pipedream. Then he will look at Emmabuel Adebayor, a striker not remotely in his class, who picks up £140,000 a week, substantially more than the £95,000 a week Torres earns from a four-year deal signed last summer. Torres might then just to do some calculations not entirely based on money. He will wonder where Liverpool are heading. That's exactly the question one of Torres's advisors put to the Liverpool hierarchy recently. As it stands, it is difficult for the club to offer any conclusive answers. As diligently as chief executive Christian Purslow has been working to stabilise what has become a very rocky ship under the tiller of joint American owners, Tom Hicks and George Gillett, the future remains uncertain. What is certain is that Liverpool's owners must come up with £100million by the end of March to settle loans taken when the Americans bought the club. Hicks and Gillett could wipe out the problem at one stroke by agreeing the £100m sale of Torres to City during the close season. Selling Gerrard as well would then give the club an enhanced transfer kitty. Last summer, Liverpool rejected an £80m approach by City for their Spanish striker but this time around the club simply may not be in a position to refuse such an offer. City have moved up another level from the Kaka farce and whatever the wisdom of replacing Mark Hughes with Roberto Mancini there is far greater credibility to the club's aspirations of becoming not only a superpower in England but Europe too. There is no doubt that should City beat off the challenges of Tottenham and Aston Villa and eject Liverpool from their Big Four status, then Torres could have his head turned. Even if Torres could be lured, Gerrard would be much more reluctant to follow him down the M62. Part of Gerrard may still regret not moving to Chelsea five years ago. And while his red-blooded Mersey roots prohibit even the thought of defecting to Manchester United, the prospect of becoming part of City's adventure would not be out of bounds. The plain fact is, unless things change at Liverpool - and change quickly - Gerrard, 30 in May, might have to resign himself to never winning a Premier League winner's medal, while at City the potential is now palpable. Those who counsel Gerrard may suggest that if he did opt to leave Liverpool it would only be to play abroad, with Real Madrid a distinct possibility. Yet why not City? After all, if the blue half of Manchester roll back the red tide of United's dominance then, in a way it will be a mission well received on Merseyside, for a while at least. And how much more loyalty does Gerrard owe Liverpool? To cash in one or either may smack of heresy to the Kop faithful but if it helps finance a complete rebuilding of a tired team, then it may be a sacrifice worth making. Whatever the outcome of today's game and the race for fourth place, City would seem on the brink of breaking through the glass ceiling and, in the process, ensuring Liverpool's fall from greatness continues. Perversely, maybe the only way for Liverpool to alter that inevitability is to take the money for their two great talismen before it is too late. CITY SET UP EVERY LIVERPOOL FAN'S WORST NIGHTMARE | News Of The World

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If you get a chance to see his interview on LFCTV - it'll be repeated as per - it's worth a look. Whatever you thought of him as a player, he's certainly candid now! Very open about what a shit Ginsoak is, how he hated Souness and he also claims the rumour was true about how bad Boersma's training sessions were in terms of wrecking players' achilles.

Purely from a 'getting ridding of these owners' perspective which scenario would be better for the long term health of the club. 4th in the league or 5/6/7th? With a 100m exposure as far as getting the debt extended with RBS is concerned I am thinking that we will have a new controlling owner regardless this summer which would imply that a CL spot would not make a difference either way - Would this assumption be correct?

...if the definition of world-class is top three in the player´s position. I would say four, possibly five. Pepe Reina Goalkeeper Only Iker Casillas and Peter Cech can compete. Glen Johnson Right back This is a maybe because we haven´t seen enough of him against top quality opposition. Maicon and Daniel Alves are probably better. Javier Mascherano Defensive midfielder/Game destroyer Definitely for me. Michael Essien and Esteban Cambiasso are runners-up. Stevie Gerrard Offensive central midfielder Aged 29, I´m not sure for how long he can stay fresh and deliver game after game. He´s definitely the best yet though. Kaka and Cesc Fabregas are runners-up. Fernando Torres Striker The main man, although injuries could ruin his carreer. Runners-up: Wayne Rooney and David Villa. This is when you laugh off my opinions as utter bollocks and call me a Manc in disguise.

I'm going to stick with the 'double odds' on any bets for us winning. I'm also going to include some special bets on Rodriguez or Pacheco to score. Remember you must have an e-season ticket in order to use Vbookie.

Jimmy Greaves: He's England's most prolific (and funniest) goalscorer, but now he prefers to watching rugby and cricket | Mail Online Visitors to the O2 tonight should have got Michael Jackson. Instead there is Jimmy Greaves. He smiles broadly at that: 70 years old and still going strong. He'll be on stage for his travelling show at 7pm: two hours, not including the interval, and only the last 20 minutes devoted to a question-and-answer session. The rest of the time it is just Jim: telling jokes, telling stories, quite a marathon stint at his age. Tonight, as it's his birthday, he will be joined by a few old pals and the gig will last even longer. 'It's a shame Michael Jackson could not make it,' he says. 'He could have popped over from the other hall and we'd have introduced him to "Chopper" Harris.' Pause. 'Not that he'd be able to do much moonwalking after that, mind you.' 'Or any other walking, really.' Jim's tour is a long-standing fixture on the theatre circuit. 'I'll have to phone my agent first,' he adds, 'just to check whether this is the farewell or the comeback. 'We alternate them every year. Well, what else are you meant to do at 70?' What indeed? His fans come because they remember the player, and the wonderful goals, but in many ways the greatest achievement of Greaves's life has been its second act; the recovery from alcoholism followed by a successful career as television pundit, newspaper columnist and raconteur. There is a serious man behind the cheery façade, one who appreciates that the most challenging aspect of a sporting life is what to do when it ends. He could easily have been a tragic figure, like Paul Gascoigne or George Best. The intelligence and insight it required to survive addiction is what sets him apart, even though he has never claimed expertise on football, or what lies beyond. 'It is not easy being a sportsman,' he says. 'Put aside the money and the glamour for a moment and just think of the life. Sportsmen have to settle for second best very early. No matter what you do, no matter what you go on to achieve. Take Mike Atherton. Superb broadcaster; great cricket writer. But it's not like being England's opening batsman, is it? It is not like being captain of the England team. 'So it does not matter who you are, the minute you stop playing your sport you are now beginning your second best life. It can't be as good. And you're not 70, you're 30. You've got 40 years ahead and that is not easy to live with. You've got to reinvent yourself and you don't know how. 'If you take a guy like Paul Gascoigne, he has no chance, because the only time he even looked remotely comfortable was on a football pitch. Yet we all have to find something to do because your career is cut off and the one thing you are able to do is taken away. People blame football for what has happened to Paul, but it's not football that cheats you, it is nature. Suddenly, you can't do it any more and you have to start again.' So would you advise him? Could you help? 'It's not for me to advise anybody,' Greaves concludes. 'I don't set myself up as an expert. Life is life, and we've all got to sort ourselves out. Usually, there will be family members around a certain person who want something done, but if the actual person is not interested, there is no point. I've dealt with some friends, helped them if I can, but the person has to come to you. If you are going to them, you are wasting your time.' It sounds cold, but that is not the intention. What sets Greaves apart, as a companion and a colleague (having thoroughly enjoyed working with him on his newspaper column for several years) is a complete absence of ego. His experiences have made him wise, but not hectoring. He knows that nostalgia draws his audiences, but is unpretentious enough to find that odd. He maintains that he cannot remember much of his playing career, yet accepts strangers can, and is charmed by that. Most ironically, he inspires a love of football in others that he never truly felt himself. 'I do find it strange that people are still interested 40 years on,' he says. 'If a welder finishes a job he doesn't get grilled on it 40 years later. I've been a lot of things since, done a lot of things since, and I'm still talking about goals I scored in 1962. I can't explain it. I'm more revered now than I was when I was playing. Back then, I would sit in a corner, smoke my pipe and everyone ignored me. 'There are some players that can recall every game they played. I can't. People are always coming up to me, "Jim, can you remember that goal against West Brom in 1968?" and I say, "No". But that's all right because they only want to tell you about what happened to them, anyway. "Well, you had the ball on the halfway line, and I remember that because I was with Charlie and we'd just got two pies..." and it turns out the real story is about Charlie dropping his pie and what you did wasn't all that important anyway. And I prefer that, really. 'I've always said the person on the football field wasn't me. George Best felt that, too. I'm a very poor example of a footballer, really. I don't even know why I was a footballer. There was no reason for it. My dad played hockey, in India. There was no history of footballers in my family. I'm not sure I even wanted to be one as a kid. I just liked playing. 'I never thought about it. I woke up and wanted to play football, for 12 hours a day. And that never changed when I was a professional. It was the playing I liked, nothing else. 'I used to go to a tennis club that was owned by the Co-op. They had a Sunday football team and we would play the Met Police or local company teams. I used to turn out for them, so did Alan Sealey, Brian Dear, Cliff Jones, and on some mornings we'd have Bobby Moore and Geoff Hurst on the line, waiting to come on. And we were all still playing, all still professionals. We just fancied a match and a pint in the bar afterwards. That was what it was like. 'Players still played for the fun of it. I can remember a match between England and Brazil in the Maracana stadium in Rio de Janeiro. Brazil were 1-0 up and I made one of the greatest mistakes of my life. I equalised. You could see them looking at each other and thinking, "Right, here we go", and they scored about four in 15 minutes and beat us 5-1. 'We had the raving hump and were off the next day, so we went down to the Copacabana beach and there were these kids playing. We thought we'd take it out on them. And they beat us 8-1, We couldn't get the ball off them. You kill it (the ball) in the air in beach football. They absolutely slaughtered us. Didn't get near them.' These days, Greaves prefers cricket and rugby union. Perhaps he always did. There is too much artifice in the modern game for him now, too much hype. As a member of England's World Cup-winning squad in 1966, receiving his medal belatedly during half-time of a recent match with Andorra, Greaves was roped in for a brief television interview. Asked about that night's action, he pretended not even to know England's opponents. 'Andorra?' he queried. 'I've never seen such a bad team in my life. I mean that.' He was hurriedly moved on. Nobody shines light on football's magic these days. Nobody wants to hear that Super Sunday might not be so super after all. 'We were sitting in the stands, all the members of the 1966 squad,' Greaves recalls, 'and we were looking at each other as the game is going on and you know everybody is thinking, "Why didn't we get to play teams like this?". We couldn't believe what we were watching. So I said what we all thought. The TV people weren't happy. They didn't say it, but I could tell. 'When I worked in television you didn't have to wear rose-coloured glasses at the game. You watch a match now, at half-time a bloke comes on, flashes his teeth and tells you it's fabulous. And I'm thinking, "No, mate, it was crap". So, bing, that gets turnedover, you watch something else for 15 minutes waiting for the second half to start, get interested in that programme, and never go back to the match. Well I do, anyway. 'I watch rugby and think there are men out there, playing. I'm not so sure about football now. People tell me it's better than before, but it isn't to me. It's not a game I recognise. I think everything is overblown: it's all about what goes on around the game, not the game itself. 'Players score and they've got to wipe their a*** on the corner flag because if they celebrate someone complains to the Old Bill. It is alien, all that nonsense. And what's that about, putting your finger to your lips? You've scored a goal. That's your job. Get back to the halfway line and get on with it. I watch it, but I don't feel in tune with it. I've much more affinity to cricket and rugby. 'My choice was to be out of the game. I didn't want to know about football other than playing. I never thought about it. I never sat around scratching my head working out systems. You went on the field, you could play or you couldn't, that was it. Denis Law and George Best were like that, too. I got dragged back in by television, but that was never my intention. Mine was a different time. 'I used to drive to matches, park in the side street and walk to the ground. That was how it was. John Sillett told me about a nightmare game he had at left back for Chelsea. He scored an own goal, the full works. He said he took his time leaving, to let the crowd go. He waited until it was getting dark, pulled his overcoat up and headed to the bus stop. And he was standing there waiting, and there were still a few fans about, and they were slagging him off without knowing he was in the middle of them. He said he didn't want to take any chances, so he joined in. 'But you know what makes me laugh? The idea of a footballer at a bus stop. Can you imagine that now? And it was not as if football was unpopular then: Chelsea used to play in front of 50,000 people, more than they get now. 'One day I was walking to Chelsea with Les Stubbs. These dustmen were emptying the bins, and a big cloud of dust went over us. Les said to him, "Watch out mate, there's a load of s*** in that bin". The bloke pointed to Stamford Bridge and said, "Not as much s*** as there'll be out there this afternoon". You wouldn't get that now. It kept you grounded. No barriers. 'Some things haven't changed. That business with John Terry could happen in any walk of life, at any time. The difference is that when I played, Mrs Terry would have gone down the pub with a mate for two Mackesons and a packet of Gold Flake, and now she p****s off to Dubai for a month. My wife Irene must be willing me to have an affair. "Do me a favour. Jim, I could do with a week in Dubai".' Boom and, indeed, boom. There will be no King of Pop, but that does not mean there won't be one hell of a performer on stage at the O2 tonight. Talk turns to the upcoming games in Milan and Jim shuffles off to have his photograph taken still recalling his brief time as a striker in Serie A. 'I got hit with so many fines I usually needed the win bonus to break even,' he says. 'There used to be these girls that watched training, they would call out and wave to the players. I didn't have a clue who they were. I thought they were fans. So I was driving to training one morning and they were standing by the road and I thought as the new player I should be nice, so I pulled over and asked if they wanted a lift and they jumped in and we arrived at training together, the three of them in my Jaguar. Nice bit of PR, I thought the club would be delighted. Turned out they were all prostitutes. Cost me a fortune, that did.' Seventy today, but he still knows how to finish. Maybe Jacko just didn't fancy the competition.

From me, I can't be fucking arsed with some of the absolute shite that gets posted on here, by that I mean people who call other people cunts and arseholes or whatever because they hold different opinions to them. How the fuck can you call people you don't know, or have never met, the things you do? I've met quite a few people off these fora over the years and I've found them to be decent lads and lasses, then you come on here and see whoppers who give them a load of shite cos they dare to have a different opinion than them. Every fucking thread comes down to the same shit, name calling and petty bickering, I started reading Mick's thread 'Nail on the head' and before I got to the end of the first page it had started. It's fucking depressing, as if I wasn't depressed enough! The really stupid thing about it? WE ALL WANT THE SAME FUCKING THING, the yanks out and a successful, good to watch (most of the time) Liverpool Football Club. Some of you should really get over your fucking selves. And to those of you who are going to respond good riddance and I won't be missed, you can kiss my big fat arse, and I'll see you at Otterspool Prom, there's a cafe there I'm led to believe, I'll see you outside of it. See you all in the summer.....maybe!

If Yugoslavia didn't break up, and Serbia, Montenegro, Croatia, Bosnia, Slovenia, and Macedonia could collectively field a single team... they could have won the World Cup in 1994 and the European Championships in 1996. Look at the players that were around in the early to mid 90's for these countries... Zvonimir Boban Robert Prosinecki Davor Suker Robert Jarni Dejan Savicevic Predrag Mijatovic Dragan Stojkovic Sinisa Mihajlovic Alen Boksic And a few more I can't think of right now. Could've been a great team.

When is Glen back? I think our team is really missing the quality he gives us in the wide areas. He's our only player who can beat full backs, with pace, skill and provide decent opportunities for others. Given the way we have been defending with Carragher at right back, I'd like to see Glen used at right wing / mid, as the defense has been looking good with Agger, Skrtel and The Greek all doing well at centre back recently. -------------------------------------Reina------------------------------------ Carragher-----------Skrtel---------------------Agger------------Aurelio --------------------Mascherano-------------Gerrard---------------------- Johnson--------------------------Benayoun-------------------------Riera --------------------------------------Torres---------------------------------- Think while Johnson has got injured, Rafa might have stumbled on a better defensive unit and given Johnson is great when he's attacking I think this could be our best approach.

using all the players who've featured since 1991 (who weren't there already!) Reina Jones Hyypia Carragher Riise * McManaman Gerrard Alonso Berger Fowler Torres/Owen Seems to me that all the talk about the chequebooks of others and over a 20 year period our best players haven't cost so much at all. Again not very scientific (and I'm hedging my bets on Torres because I know that's my big fee elephant in the room) but would be interested in others' line-ups Just a bit of fun, just a bit of fun... * as he's the least-shit left back.

Well, United travel to Woodison tomorrow for they're annual win. If there is one team who consistantly pulls their pants down, bends over, parts they're cheeks and waits for United to bum them senseless, it's Everton. So, with United's 2nd top scorer being an own goal, I'd say it's pretty much a given that one of they're players will give United a hand on their way to 3 points tomorrow. The question is, which 2 faced bastard will be the one? Poll to follow. I'm going for Yobo.

When we first signed Riera I thought that he showed a lot of promise and as time went on he would only improve. But in all honesty, he has gone from decent performances to cringeworthy performances. He has no pace, loses the ball too much and more often than not doesn't track back when he has lost it. He is maddening to watch to say the least. In all honesty, I think that he is looking for a move back to Spain in the Summer and I for one, aint gonna be too fussed if he goes. I'll even pay for the flight if we can get anywhere near to £10million for him - which has been the rumoured fee in the past. Albert Riera certainly isn't the one for me:whatever:.

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As much talent as these two footballers have, isnt down to the manager to nuture them into their true potentail despite their shotcomings in character? Surely they still have the potential to become good maybe even world class footballers but at different clubs maybe with different managers. It comes to a point where someone has to take the blame but in a sense there is nothing or no one to blame. Sometimes a player will never reach their true potentail at club for a multitude of reasons. In the end though if there is enough desire, hunger and effort then their qualities will eventually shine through, something that hasnt happend for either player.

supporting the best team in Europe, the team everyone feared, the team that when you told people who you supported they'd say "Good European team, them". Watching Arsenal tonight and United last night, it finally dawned on my how fucking disastrous it will be if we don't qualify for the CL next season...... We're already a laughing stock, channel fucking 5! But let's crack on, win this Europa League and get top 4. I miss nights like this: But now we've got nights like this to look forward to: & Come on Rafa, get us singing about our European adventures again.....

Eamon Dunphy just on Irish tv: 'Wayne Rooney is the greatest player since Pele'. Did I laugh my bollox off! How many players can we name since Pele retired that are better than rooney.. I'll start with: Zidane

Arsenal 1996- Arsene Wenger Man City 2009- Roberto Mancini Wolfsburg 1998-2003 Wolfgang Wolf Any more?

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