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I'm sick of seeing this mental old imbecile talking about his manager and Liverpool. FSG are keeping their activity under wraps which is keeping the media guessing. Nobody really has a clue what's going on. Except that we do have a clue what's going on because the senile old cunt at Wigan fucking Athletic keeps shooting his mouth off. There's a whole article in the mirror (spit) today full of quotes from the old fool wittering on about how he sees the situation at Liverpool and what the club's plans are. Shut your stupid mouth you senile old twat.

Lower than low these comments from him - Timing of Rafa's Juve link is appalling in Hillsborough anniversary week

Why was Webb given this game? After the Valencia fiasco and the failure to red card two united players in the league fixture, one for the foul for the pen (last man) or the foul on Torres resulting in the free-kick which brought it back to 2-2......... Ferguson was happy enough with him last time so I suppose he was a shoe in!

Konchesky is the victim of Anfield's burning desire to erase the memory of Hodgson - News & Comment, Football - The Independent Journalist getting hammered in comments section. Can't think why...... Konchesky is the victim of Anfield's burning desire to erase the memory of Hodgson The performance at Wolves suggested that in the short term Liverpool simply need a release from Hodgson's defensive strictures, not a £25m splurge of cash, says Ian Herbert Monday, 24 January 2011 As Liverpool ride the wave of Dalglish euphoria, what will the journey into training be like for Paul Konchesky today? That is an opening sentence destined to lose most Liverpool fans before we've even begun but it's a reasonable one, given that Konchesky, a decent Premier League defender and a decent human being, for what that's worth, has suffered more indignity than any sportsman ought in the course of the past six months. When Roy Hodgson brought him to Anfield from Fulham last August, Konchesky was a player of commendable Premier League standing. Not the best Fulham player to feature in the club's Europa League run last season; not even almost the best. His call-up to the England side which played Australia in February 2003 was probably as much of a surprise to himself as to anyone and was overshadowed, in any case, by the senior international debut of one W Rooney. But at £3.5m Konchesky was a perfectly suitable buy for Liverpool, a club who in their wisdom had loaned their only serviceable left-back (Emiliano Insua) to Galatasaray, released a semi-serviceable one (Fabio Aurelio) on the basis that he has all the unbreakability of a pane of glass and had no other left-back with whom to head into the new season. But someone decided Konchesky wasn't "a Liverpool player". He struggled to perform. (Ask Nemanja Vidic or Patrice Evra how that can happen to a defender for all of six months at a new club.) His manager became persona non grata at Anfield and Konchesky, with his east London accent, became a totem of an alien, unhappy era. That was before his own mother said some very unflattering things about Liverpool people. Konchesky was aghast about that; sorry, embarrassed, humiliated. He considered issuing a statement to say as much but nobody really wanted to know his side of the story. A perfect storm was blowing against Konchesky when Kenny Dalglish walked in as manager – there were cheers when Konchesky was substituted in Hodgson's penultimate home match – and it is Liverpool's desire to assuage the fans, more than Konchesky's ability, which seems to have contributed to his ostracism since. He felt his first conversation with Dalglish had gone well but was aghast to find the new manager would rather play Glen Johnson on the "wrong" side of defence than pick him there, in his natural left-back domain. He was not even in the squad against Everton, nor at Wolves on Saturday. He might reasonably argue that he is some distance behind Martin Skrtel (whose selection at Molineux maintained his status as Liverpool's only ever-present outfield player in the league this season) on the list of most undependable defenders. So now he is trapped. Uefa rules prevent a player turning out for three clubs in one season so unless Konchesky gets dispensation – that's possible, as he appeared only once for Fulham before heading north for this nightmare – life will get worse before it gets better. He is the victim of a grand design beyond his own control: to erase the memory of Roy Hodgson. It is a design which will dispense with rationale if Liverpool move this week for Aston Villa's left-back Stephen Warnock, as they almost certainly will. Warnock is certainly no better than Konchesky and was so poor for Aston Villa against Manchester City that Gérard Houllier left him out of his next squad. He is not the only player being pursued by a club whom we were told when their new owners arrived would seek value in the transfer market – using the science known as sabermetrics. "Murder" was the word Birmingham manager Alex McLeish chose on Saturday to describe shopping for strikers in January. "Madness" was Sir Alex Ferguson's description of the value attached to Villa spending £24m on Darren Bent. Yet Liverpool looked at Bent too, according to the new director of football strategy, Damien Comolli, and they also seem ready to pay £15m for Ajax's Luis Suarez, whose record against good Dutch defences is incomparably poorer than against bad ones and whose prime proof of quality came at the last World Cup. Overpaying for players who have just shone at a tournament is what Moneyball, the bible of sabermetrics, describes as "a tendency to be over influenced by a guy's most recent performance: what he did last was not necessarily what he would do next". And then there is Charlie Adam of Blackpool – a good midfielder with pace who has been attracting Aston Villa, Blackburn and Sunderland; the kind of clubs Liverpool have no ambition to emulate. A Liverpool player? No. It is unclear whether these three names have been scribbled in Dalglish's book or Comolli's but, either way, the pursuit of them is typical of that age-old trend in football of a new manager putting his mark on his new team and satisfying fans by buying in new players and clearing out the old. Saturday's performance at Wolves, with that sublime 30-pass move for the third goal, suggested that, in the short term, this club simply needs a release from Hodgson's defensive strictures, not a £25m splurge of cash. Raul Meireles' display told us that Hodgson knew a good midfielder when he saw one, after all. A question for this final week of the transfer window is whether Liverpool can look beyond the popular revolt which played such a significant part in seeing Hodgson through the door and acknowledge that he has equipped them well enough for a season in which the only achievements which ever really counted – the removal of two dreadful owners and discovery of an enlightened new one – have already been accomplished. Despite his contribution, Hodgson left Liverpool a more sad and broken man than many realise. Konchesky will probably pull away down the M62 a similar wreck, but it is not too late for salvation.

is working out how I'll stop myself from smashing the bosseyed gobshite leeds fan in the face at work tomorrow when he'll bring his fat grinning bogeyed face to my desk, probably before 8.30 tomorrow morning. The rest of what's going on has really started to transcend reality. Everything from our captain being up on an assault charge, to finishing out of the top four, to being shited by citeh, to losing to Northampton, to our miserable looking players on multiple thousands of pounds a week whilst I struggle to pay the child maintenence, rent and bills, to the cunts who own us, to the endless speculation about finances within the club, to Roy's completely fucking inept tactics, to losing to one of the relegation favourites, to our worst start to a league campaign in 57 years. It's surreal and I'm beginning to feel detached from it all. That's possibly some kind of defence mechanism kicking in to avoid depression at the hands of this joke of a fucking game we all supposedly enjoy so much. The reality for me now is some wonky eyed fatfaced leeds cunt and his stupid grinning face. How the fuck do I get past wanting to stamp his fucking stupid spaz face into the carpet? Thanks Moores, thanks Roy, thanks Rafa, thanks Tom & George, thanks Sky, thanks Jova, Gerrard, Torres, Poulsen, Lucas. Thanks a fucking lot you utter, putrid shithouses. I hope you're well happy with your millions whilst the rest of us are dealing with the reality of what you're doing to us. Wankers. Fucking sick of it.

What an absolute parasite... Hicks: “I should make four times my money” Article added: April 17th, 2010 ▪ Add a comment TIA Home » LFC News » Hicks: “I should make four times my money” Liverpool co-owner Tom Hick claims he expects to make four times the money he invested when the club is sold. He and co-owner George Gillett officially announced LFC is for sale yesterday, appointing Martin Broughton as chairman to oversee the sale. In an interview with Wall Street Journal the Texan said “I should make four times my money.” Staggeringly, he claims he expects the Club to be sold for between £600m to £800m, saying “Liverpool will be the most profitable investment I’ve ever made.” Hicks and Gillett bought the Club in February 2007, promising not to place debt onto the club – which they subsequently did (£243m at present) – promising to build a new stadium and “have a spade in the ground within 60 days” – something they haven’t delivered over 3 years later. Add in the broken promises of star signings like ’snoogy doogy’, their infighting, public spats, approaching Klinsmann and a net transfer spend of approximately £2m over the last 4 transfer windows and it’s not hard to see why fans are unhappy with their “custodians”. Yet Hicks still can’t see it, “When you feel fans turn against you it’s very frustrating” he said. This is the same Tom Hicks who, within weeks of taking over the club in 2007 compared the purchase of Liverpool FC to the purchase of Weetabix: “When I was in the leverage buy-out business we bought Weetabix and we leveraged it up to make our return. You could say that anyone who was eating Weetabix was paying for our purchase of Weetabix. It was just business. It is the same for Liverpool; revenues come in from whatever source and go out to whatever source and, if there is money left over, it is profit.” 3 years later Hicks looks like he’s going to get what he said he was going to get – a massive profit. Not forgetting the millions (approximately £8m between he and Gillett thus far) in personal expenses the two have taken out the Club. Yes, unbelievably their expense claims have been more than Rafa’s net spend last year. This is the same ‘businessman’ whose son told a Liverpool fan to “blow me f**k face” just recently. The same ‘businessman’ who has financial problems ongoing with his Texas Rangers baseball team and has a history of ruining football clubs. Hicks: “I should make four times my money” – This Is Anfield (Liverpool FC)

turn around and tell you "I don't like you anymore. The things you do annoy me and they have for a while." ? This sounds like something a married couple say when they've fallen out of love. But my mate said this to me tonight. I didn't even know what to say. No one has ever said that to me before. I've fallen out with people, drifted apart from people, but no one has said that. I thought this lad was a good mate, but for months he hasn't even liked me. What the fuck? I thought there was some tension between us so I called him on it and he just said "Yeah, there is tension. Its cos I don't like you anymore." Part of me wants to tell him to get fucked. I've plenty of friends who like me fine the way I am. We go to uni together. I've been in groups with him for nearly two years. What the fuck?

What a completely disgusting, opinionated, ill-informed, slimy cunt. Horrible, horrible bastard.