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shackattack said:
united made a banner for him
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I know one of them cvnts :-(
 
Tonight is the eve, the eve before our continual assent of the holy grail that only we, the true redmen, are entitled to achieve despite the machinism of the unbelievers and the unworthy. We will prevail , and tonight, brethren, take heart that the might of the Kloppites are reading themselves for the annihilation of the Geordie infidels.
 
Me right, I am not religious, I don't believe in Jerusalem and virgins and dat but I do believe dare is a God. he is dare to protect the righteous and punish de sinners, if he didn't the world would be full of the Manc bastards, der fact dat day are only in Manchester is proof dat he is doing his job. on satday god will show dat we should be der winners, he will show dat de path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. show, ...............….

oh fuck where was I, no we is Li'pool ad we is ahhhh fuck you, ken dodds dog s dead, Panacake Cillah Black, der Scaffold an Lily der fuckin pink get off me, don't put dem restraints on me, I will get me solicitor on you, I aint done nowt, my dad was docker, I now Degsy,
 
If you think this Poem is boss from the Red Men on RAWK, you should read the other Poems, which are even more boss. Scroll down the page.

Much have I traveled,
much have I seen,
I have absorbed and inhaled,
laughter lines,
and forward lines,
drawn battle lines across time lines,
through good times and bad,

It gets under the skin,
it leaves its mark,
and is worn with pride,
five stars flicker in the firmament,
which warm a deep and unconditional love,
which serves to remind us,
that all we need tonight,
perhaps more than ever,
is each other.

https://www.redandwhitekop.com/forum/index.php?topic=221036.0
 
tolmie's hairdoo said:
Sadly, you have been infected by the Dipper virus. I present a thread for whenever times are good and bad ;)


Feck Game of Thrones the other night, it was our glorious Red Men who fought until they dropped, no quarter given, none asked.

We have our own Jon Snow in Jurgen. Remember that.

His calling was always Anfield, to assemble the masses from afar.

From Egypt, they heard the clarion call. From Senegal. From the beaches of Brazil, to the tenements of Glasgow.

The likes of Shitty, Barcelona, United, Real Madrid and PSG?

An army of the dead, soulless. A meaningless existence and a desire to crush everything underfoot.

Except they can't and they won't.

They can throw as much on the pyre as they like. The gaffer is waiting you see. Next Tuesday, at our own glorious castle, he will have stood behind him a legion of 50,000 strong.

Let them come. Let them feel our wrath. Let them feel the spittle and contempt we have within our throats.

Let them have it.

Messi might fancy himself as the Night King, but there is plenty of dragon glass around our way.

From whence we came, LFC WILL again remind everybody who really are the true Kings...
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Agüeryaaaaa!!!
 
Blue Mist said:
Me right, I am not religious, I don't believe in Jerusalem and virgins and dat but I do believe dare is a God. he is dare to protect the righteous and punish de sinners, if he didn't the world would be full of the Manc bastards, der fact dat day are only in Manchester is proof dat he is doing his job. on satday god will show dat we should be der winners, he will show dat de path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. show, ...............….

oh fuck where was I, no we is Li'pool ad we is ahhhh fuck you, ken dodds dog s dead, Panacake Cillah Black, der Scaffold an Lily der fuckin pink get off me, don't put dem restraints on me, I will get me solicitor on you, I aint done nowt, my dad was docker, I now Degsy,
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Claps.
 
shackattack said:
united made a banner for him
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“Ok everyone, brown shoes on the left, black shoes on the right. Fuck me Darren, you gormless ****, I told you not to wear those fucking slippers!”

Think I might still be drunk from last night :)
 
jrb said:
If you think this Poem is boss from the Red Men on RAWK, you should read the other Poems, which are even more boss. Scroll down the page.

Much have I traveled,
much have I seen,
I have absorbed and inhaled,
laughter lines,
and forward lines,
drawn battle lines across time lines,
through good times and bad,

It gets under the skin,
it leaves its mark,
and is worn with pride,
five stars flicker in the firmament,
which warm a deep and unconditional love,
which serves to remind us,
that all we need tonight,
perhaps more than ever,
is each other.

https://www.redandwhitekop.com/forum/index.php?topic=221036.0
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My personal favourite, sums them up.
Quote from: great ball Jan on October 5, 2010, 02:22:11 AM
Paul Koncheski you are crap,
Fuck off back to London before you get a
Slap.
5 million quid joker Hodgson paid for you,
I'm not being funny la but your not worth 2

I saw you at old Trafford and was emmbarrassed
For you,
You couldn't make a pass or complete a one two.

Pass and move it's the Liverpool way,
Not with you son your passes go astray.

In the same team as Gerrard, Torres Riena and co,
How did that happen?
Yeah, thats what I'd like to know.

I don't blame you for signing, I'd do the same,
But like me Paul, you can't play the game.

Your lucky to be here my baldy headed mate,
Buts that's cuz of the owners and our sorry state.
As soon as they go, well return to to our ways
Pass and move pass and move no balls go astray.

Sorry Paul, I don't mean to be hard,
But who sanctioned your transfer is a idiot,
Step forward Mr purslow your ohh so cleva,
After all it wasn't it you who pushed out Rafa?

You must be so pleased to see your name on the kop,
Big White flag in the shape of a cock..
 
There are times in life for composure and grace and harmony. For humility and calm. But I’ve realised in recent months that for the world to be in true balance, there are also times for passion and fight and defiance.

For never giving in, no matter what. For standing up as tall as you’re capable of, taking one last deep breath and showing the world that you will not be beaten easily. Of fighting for the things you love and standing alongside the people you love.

Now is that time. One last push. With everything we’ve got for three more games.

Beat Newcastle then destroy Barcelona. Then we’ll see.

There can be no guarantees, but I will be standing at the end, shoulder to shoulder with those who decided not to turn their backs. Hand in hand worshipping the religion we chose. Singing our hymns and praying to our gods.

Faith, belief and hope until the last moment.

It’s the least these lads deserve after everything they’ve given us.

https://www.theanfieldwrap.com/2019/05/liverpool-taste-of-losing/
 
Pablo ZZZ Peroni said:
There are times in life for composure and grace and harmony. For humility and calm. But I’ve realised in recent months that for the world to be in true balance, there are also times for passion and fight and defiance.

For never giving in, no matter what. For standing up as tall as you’re capable of, taking one last deep breath and showing the world that you will not be beaten easily. Of fighting for the things you love and standing alongside the people you love.

Now is that time. One last push. With everything we’ve got for three more games.

Beat Newcastle then destroy Barcelona. Then we’ll see.

There can be no guarantees, but I will be standing at the end, shoulder to shoulder with those who decided not to turn their backs. Hand in hand worshipping the religion we chose. Singing our hymns and praying to our gods.

Faith, belief and hope until the last moment.

It’s the least these lads deserve after everything they’ve given us.

https://www.theanfieldwrap.com/2019/05/liverpool-taste-of-losing/
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Fuck me, try as we might, none of us can come up with anything even as a joke, to match the arse clenchingly embarrassing bullshit of the real thing.

They are fucking ludicrous.
 
Standing in the Kop watching this Liverpool team is like dancing on clouds. The ghosts of Shankley, Paisley and the 96 are up there dancing with me. It’s an out of body experience, it’s so surreal.

Those voices around me that sound like when you pull the neck of a ballon mixed with dolphin clicks, I often have to wipe the back of my head as I get a bit wet from their rants and chants when they get a bit giddy. They go so well with the huge array of languages you hear on a match day. It’s all like the most beautiful Mozart symphony.

All for one and one for all. As we suck into the net that ball.

That’s what my friends tell me what it’s like who have been anyway. I’d love to go one day. I’d take my Kuala Lumpur Kopite flag with me, I’d wear my full kit, captain’s armband, sock ties, the lot. I’ll go to that house in the middle of that housing estate where they take you in and make you pay £500 for a ticket where you can stand at the back corner of the Kop where you can’t even see the sides of the pitch.

What a day it will be.

YNWA
 
I was out walking my Rotweiler this morning (King Kenny) and all of a sudden a big beam of light lit up the three cars that were up on bricks at the side of the duck-pond in the middle of the park. I looked up and couldn't believe what I saw in the sky, the clouds had mysteriously formed into the silhouettes of Shankly's and Paisley's faces. I took it as a sign. Believe boys, believe.
 
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