Liverpool Thread 2013/14 (continued)

[TGR]

[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVqsaRKTHAo[/video]

Sweet monumental fuckery...
That has to be a pisstake!

That is just pure scouse fuckery.
Pathetic to the extreme.
Thatcher had it right with her scorched earth policy for Merseyside.

 

[laserblue]

[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVqsaRKTHAo[/video]

Sweet monumental fuckery...
That has to be a pisstake!

That is just pure scouse fuckery.
Pathetic to the extreme.
Thatcher had it right with her scorched earth policy for Merseyside.

Boris Johnson had it right when he said scousers "revel in their victim status". Unfortunately he ended up having make a public apology for what we all knew was fucking spot on.

 

[argyle]

[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wsG6wPaodo[/video]

*smug face*

Hahaha, read the quotes underneath the video, they're hilarious!!

 

[Ban-jani]

Great article on the myth of "Stevie G"...

http://www.sundayworld.com/sport/op...aller-of-his-generation#.U3KCFxGcIiw.facebook

AS Liverpool buckled this past fortnight, the scale of the surrender to sentiment and the Great Myth of Steven Gerrard became apparent.

Essentially the leader who went AWOL at the decisive hour, who could offer only blubbering sobs when his troops needed direction, who abandoned his post in the heat of battle, somehow emerged with a Purple Heart pinned to his tear-stained chest.

Even the Fourth Estate chose to raise the white flag to the fairy story of Stevie G when the Football Writers’ Association arrived at the absurd conclusion that here was the second-best performer in the Premier League over the past nine months.

Straight faces were maintained at their London hooley as they deemed Gerrard’s body of work superior to Eden Hazard and, quite preposterously, Yaya Toure, the peerless touchstone against whom every midfield portfolio must be measured.

Distil the difference between Manchester City and Liverpool down to its essence, investigate why the former lifted the title on Sunday as the latter wallowed in a river of misery, and it is impossible to walk away from a pair of damning conclusions.

Firstly, the team that the Kop, in its ravenous hunger for a new age of prosperity, chose to prematurely deem soldiers of destiny, cannot defend: Liverpool leaked 23 goals more than Chelsea, 12 more than City, seven more, even, than a hapless Manchester United.

Secondly, in terms of leadership and inspiration at critical junctures from its midfield talisman, the contribution of Toure – one which goes way beyond his stunning 20 league goals input – dwarfs that of Gerrard, renders it a nothing.

These two flaws fatally merged at Crystal Palace when Gerrard, deemed Europe’s pre-eminent controlling midfielder by his manager, became the very opposite, a vision of disorganised chaos, as the Eagles landed three killer blows.

This is not to say that Gerrard had a poor season, not at all. But to deem him among the brightest stars in the season’s constellation is simply a work of fiction, a sop to saccharine-induced nostalgia.

It says much for the Englishman’s genius for self-promotion that he would garner more first preference votes than the transcendent Ivorian in the Player of the Year poll conducted by those who scribble about the game on a daily basis.

Here is a triumph of mush over substance, the creation of the greatest fable since the days of Aesop.

Perhaps the writers, like Gerrard himself against Chelsea in what has emerged as the defining image of the season and a treasure trove for parody, had suffered a cataclysmic, collective and concussive slip that had scrambled their senses.

Liverpool fans tend to rewrite history when it comes to the player who did just about everything in his power to board the Chelsea express in 2004 (Google his quotes from that time) until thuggish threats to his family persuaded him to step back.

And in the process Gerrard has become half man, half folk-ballad.

Second-best in England this season? He wasn’t even remotely close to being second best at his own club.

In truth, he ranked somewhere between the fourth and eighth most valuable player at Liverpool.

Unquestionably adrift of Luis Suarez, Daniel Sturridge and Raheem Sterling, any honest internal poll would have him jostling with Jordan Henderson, Philippe Coutinho and Simon Mignolet for the minor placings in a thrilling year of rebirth.

Gerrard was not in the top 20 performers in England.

Of those who can loosely be termed midfielders, he trailed Toure, Hazard, David Silva, Willian, Fernandinho, Adam Lallana, Santi Cazorla and, perhaps, Henderson. Aaron Ramsey in his three months of fitness was a vividly more stellar figure.

Those who observed Gerrard’s comically inept display against Aston Villa at Anfield in January could only assume Brendan Rodgers had spent the evening socialising with the ghosts of Hunter S Thompson, Oliver Reed and George Best when he recently deemed Gerrard “the best in European football in a controlling role”.

Where was the control when he keeled over like a bullet-ridden Bambi against Chelsea?

If that was a cruel taunt from the heavens, there was no outside influence as Liverpool blew that three-goal lead at Palace last week.

A holding midfielder of substance – a Keane, a Vieira, – would have stood up in the face of such impertinence from the underclasses, would have stamped their authority on the south London turf and crushed any hint of a proletariat uprising.

Gerrard – all General MacArthur in his public utterances before the game – merely dissolved into the night.

The man who has shamelessly played to the Sky Sports lens these past few weeks was suddenly pushing the camera away, railing against the very intrusions he had not only invited, but demanded after each decisive Liverpool step forward.

It is true he enjoyed a memorable afternoon as City were downed, but would that helter-skelter contest have followed the same storyline had the immense Toure not been ambushed by injury in the early minutes?

If Rodgers in that earlier quote was referring to his skipper’s capacity to “control” the perceptions surrounding him then perhaps he had a point.

Gerrard is England’s captain and he is peerless at one aspect of the modern game: Feeding the Great Myth.

Whether it is through tears or fist-pumping rallying cries or the smitten, innocent-in-love badge kissing, he creates the illusion of being the ultimate team-player.

In truth, Gerrard is a credible rival to Cristiano Ronaldo and Zlatan Ibrahimovich for the title of most self-obsessed footballer of his generation.

Yet so many fall for the great delusion of Stevie G, the unbending one-club man.

Whether it is turning on the tear-taps or morphing into Russell Crowe after the victory over City when gathering his players in a post-match huddle for his mortifying Gladiator speech, his genius is to cultivate this image as Liverpool’s bastion.

He is the selfless hero, the fearless superintendent, the upholder of standards, the solid Scouser, the forever loyal Red, the man who will keep the darkness at bay.

The only problem is when the truth intrudes upon the narrative.

Like when night fell for Liverpool supporters on Sunday as City – despite being stripped of their world-class striker for most of the season – were crowned champions for the second time in three seasons.

Led by Toure, a midfield player from a different continent to Gerrard by birth; and a different planet when it comes to leadership and achievement.

 

[jay_mcfc]

Sweet monumental fuckery...
That has to be a pisstake!

That is just pure scouse fuckery.
Pathetic to the extreme.
Thatcher had it right with her scorched earth policy for Merseyside.

Boris Johnson had it right when he said scousers "revel in their victim status". Unfortunately he ended up having make a public apology for what we all knew was fucking spot on.

Fucking hell they get worse and worse. Imagine if they'd won the league. I hope they get relegated next season, absolute bunch of giddy cunts.

 

[jimharri]

Great article on the myth of "Stevie G"...

http://www.sundayworld.com/sport/op...aller-of-his-generation#.U3KCFxGcIiw.facebook

AS Liverpool buckled this past fortnight, the scale of the surrender to sentiment and the Great Myth of Steven Gerrard became apparent.

Essentially the leader who went AWOL at the decisive hour, who could offer only blubbering sobs when his troops needed direction, who abandoned his post in the heat of battle, somehow emerged with a Purple Heart pinned to his tear-stained chest.

Even the Fourth Estate chose to raise the white flag to the fairy story of Stevie G when the Football Writers’ Association arrived at the absurd conclusion that here was the second-best performer in the Premier League over the past nine months.

Straight faces were maintained at their London hooley as they deemed Gerrard’s body of work superior to Eden Hazard and, quite preposterously, Yaya Toure, the peerless touchstone against whom every midfield portfolio must be measured.

Distil the difference between Manchester City and Liverpool down to its essence, investigate why the former lifted the title on Sunday as the latter wallowed in a river of misery, and it is impossible to walk away from a pair of damning conclusions.

Firstly, the team that the Kop, in its ravenous hunger for a new age of prosperity, chose to prematurely deem soldiers of destiny, cannot defend: Liverpool leaked 23 goals more than Chelsea, 12 more than City, seven more, even, than a hapless Manchester United.

Secondly, in terms of leadership and inspiration at critical junctures from its midfield talisman, the contribution of Toure – one which goes way beyond his stunning 20 league goals input – dwarfs that of Gerrard, renders it a nothing.

These two flaws fatally merged at Crystal Palace when Gerrard, deemed Europe’s pre-eminent controlling midfielder by his manager, became the very opposite, a vision of disorganised chaos, as the Eagles landed three killer blows.

This is not to say that Gerrard had a poor season, not at all. But to deem him among the brightest stars in the season’s constellation is simply a work of fiction, a sop to saccharine-induced nostalgia.

It says much for the Englishman’s genius for self-promotion that he would garner more first preference votes than the transcendent Ivorian in the Player of the Year poll conducted by those who scribble about the game on a daily basis.

Here is a triumph of mush over substance, the creation of the greatest fable since the days of Aesop.

Perhaps the writers, like Gerrard himself against Chelsea in what has emerged as the defining image of the season and a treasure trove for parody, had suffered a cataclysmic, collective and concussive slip that had scrambled their senses.

Liverpool fans tend to rewrite history when it comes to the player who did just about everything in his power to board the Chelsea express in 2004 (Google his quotes from that time) until thuggish threats to his family persuaded him to step back.

And in the process Gerrard has become half man, half folk-ballad.

Second-best in England this season? He wasn’t even remotely close to being second best at his own club.

In truth, he ranked somewhere between the fourth and eighth most valuable player at Liverpool.

Unquestionably adrift of Luis Suarez, Daniel Sturridge and Raheem Sterling, any honest internal poll would have him jostling with Jordan Henderson, Philippe Coutinho and Simon Mignolet for the minor placings in a thrilling year of rebirth.

Gerrard was not in the top 20 performers in England.

Of those who can loosely be termed midfielders, he trailed Toure, Hazard, David Silva, Willian, Fernandinho, Adam Lallana, Santi Cazorla and, perhaps, Henderson. Aaron Ramsey in his three months of fitness was a vividly more stellar figure.

Those who observed Gerrard’s comically inept display against Aston Villa at Anfield in January could only assume Brendan Rodgers had spent the evening socialising with the ghosts of Hunter S Thompson, Oliver Reed and George Best when he recently deemed Gerrard “the best in European football in a controlling role”.

Where was the control when he keeled over like a bullet-ridden Bambi against Chelsea?

If that was a cruel taunt from the heavens, there was no outside influence as Liverpool blew that three-goal lead at Palace last week.

A holding midfielder of substance – a Keane, a Vieira, – would have stood up in the face of such impertinence from the underclasses, would have stamped their authority on the south London turf and crushed any hint of a proletariat uprising.

Gerrard – all General MacArthur in his public utterances before the game – merely dissolved into the night.

The man who has shamelessly played to the Sky Sports lens these past few weeks was suddenly pushing the camera away, railing against the very intrusions he had not only invited, but demanded after each decisive Liverpool step forward.

It is true he enjoyed a memorable afternoon as City were downed, but would that helter-skelter contest have followed the same storyline had the immense Toure not been ambushed by injury in the early minutes?

If Rodgers in that earlier quote was referring to his skipper’s capacity to “control” the perceptions surrounding him then perhaps he had a point.

Gerrard is England’s captain and he is peerless at one aspect of the modern game: Feeding the Great Myth.

Whether it is through tears or fist-pumping rallying cries or the smitten, innocent-in-love badge kissing, he creates the illusion of being the ultimate team-player.

In truth, Gerrard is a credible rival to Cristiano Ronaldo and Zlatan Ibrahimovich for the title of most self-obsessed footballer of his generation.

Yet so many fall for the great delusion of Stevie G, the unbending one-club man.

Whether it is turning on the tear-taps or morphing into Russell Crowe after the victory over City when gathering his players in a post-match huddle for his mortifying Gladiator speech, his genius is to cultivate this image as Liverpool’s bastion.

He is the selfless hero, the fearless superintendent, the upholder of standards, the solid Scouser, the forever loyal Red, the man who will keep the darkness at bay.

The only problem is when the truth intrudes upon the narrative.

Like when night fell for Liverpool supporters on Sunday as City – despite being stripped of their world-class striker for most of the season – were crowned champions for the second time in three seasons.

Led by Toure, a midfield player from a different continent to Gerrard by birth; and a different planet when it comes to leadership and achievement.

Fantastic read. At least that journalist can see through the sea of shite that surrounds Stevie G.

 

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[shackattack]

I don't want Liverpool to go out of existence. I just want them to get relegated to the Conference, have Anfield by sold to a Thai property developer and have to be forced to play using a couple of spare "Champions 2014" shirts as goalposts on Stanley Park.

It's not banter or funnies, I genuinely dislike them as a club, think they've consistently cost English football more than they've brought it and have the most insufferable fans in the entire world. They are a perfect example of delusional groupthink to the point where their fanbase literally used "he didn't call us a big club enough" as one of their excuses to sack Hodgson. Rodgers like all other managers is expected to constantly fellate the egos of them, telling them how massive they are, how special they are and how The Liverpool Way™ and the Spirit of Shankly™ will see them though. Not fellating the ego of Liverpool supporters is literally a sackable offense. Even United haven't disappeared up their own arse and they genuinely DO have a claim as one of the biggest clubs in the world. Liverpool's claim to fame in the world of football is that they used to be really good 30 years ago. No other "massive club" in world football has gone a quarter of a century without winning their domestic league because such a claim would be ridiculous for anybody else who aren't the laughing stock in Liverpool. In 25 years they have won 4 major trophies and proclaim themselves as this massive club akin to a Real Madrid or Barcelona.

That's just a minor irritation though comparatively. The absolute and utter worst thing about them though, the one single thing that I can never get over, is the fact that they act and seem to believe that they are the moral arbiters of football and a measuring stick for others. These people who have murdered other football fans. These people whose hooliganism was so bad that the entire of England were internationally shunned by its peers, heavily restricting our international development for a decade. These people that smash up coaches, have fans charged for racist abuse and have constant reports of violence coming out of their club still to this very day. These people who proudly and triumphantly stood behind a racist. These people who have commercialised the Hillsborough disaster as part of their "brand". These people who demanded a change in legislation to give them more money at the expense of smaller clubs. These people who barracked for the Premier League to be setup and giving all revenue to them instead of spreading it out across English football for the development of all. These people have the gall to suggest that they're above the rest of England when they're one of the reasons for everything bad in English football.

They're Millwall with a better PR department. The only reason at all that anybody supports this absolute scum of a club is that they have built a bullshit ethos around themselves that falls apart under even the slightest bit of scrutiny, a scrutiny that only Liverpool fans are unable to muster. They have wave upon wave of people selling out any and all morality to join in with their enforced and undeserved superiority complex. You see here's the thing, City have done some extremely good things that we should be proud of. We have also done some lowly things that we should be ashamed of. We as City fans, like almost every other set of fans in England accept this about ourselves and try to retain a sense of humour about it all. We're not perfect but we accept and live with our mistakes. Liverpool fans drown their mistakes in a sea of false righteousness.

They are literally murderers, hooligans and thieves who proclaim a superior morality to the rest of us. This, along with their undying need for attention and validation to continue their "we're a massive club" echo chamber, is why everybody from the Mackems to the Hammers think they're a total bunch of wankers and have absolutely no sympathy for them when they eventually slide back to the upper midtable position they will be in again next year.

This isn't the rags saying City should be out of existence because we're rivals in a city. This is the whole world of English football fandom wishing for a club to go away because it's caused more than enough damage to us already.

I agree with all that.

But imagine how Everton fans feel...they were champions when Liverpool got everyone kicked out of Europe. Looking at the money coming into the English game not long after this, were Everton deprived of a chance to become what United eventually became? I think the City of Liverpool derby was termed the "friendly derby" at one point wasn't it? I bet there are a number of Toffees who feel nothing but animosity towards LFC now.

I can't be doing with any of the three big red clubs: United Liverpool and Arsenal. What you say about Liverpool there is bang on. What I don't get is the way everyone in the media goes mad for them, when fans of all other clubs fucking despise them.

Look at how many fans of other clubs came on here and those we've all spoken to at games too over the last few months...everyone wanted us to win the league.

an element of truth in how heysel affected everton, but united prospered shortly after and were affected by the ban also. a little known fact is that everton were actually entered into the following season's european cup but our opponents ( anderlecht ) got a first round bye. also the scottish clubs affected appealed succesfully against the ban, the english clubs rightly never did. thing is as well we won the league in 87 , it was after this our fortunes descended so i guess heysel did affect us. The Euro ban probably initiated the steady decline but a lack of vision and bad management decisions in my opinion contributed a lot more.

 

[ifiwasarichfan]

The one thing I haven't been able to understand and have found repulsive and distressing after personally attending a day at the Hillsborough inquest has been the silly references to "winning it for the 96".

The time to blow that particular Trumpet would surely have been in May 1989 when Hanson, Lawrenson, Aldridge, Rush etc came up against Adams, Merson and Rocky and the other kids from Arsenal.

They messed that one up big time as well.

 

[Ducado]

A much better song

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