Liverpool Thread - 2023/24

[bluemoon32]

 

[Gray]

He's possibly one of the best right backs we've ever seen.

He gave him a friendly pat on the back, what more do you want?

 

[Djibrilshairdo]

Vain Dick in the papers today questioning whether his teammates have the desire to win - is this bloke for real or what? He's been putting in half-hearted shifts for the past couple of years, what fucking right does he have to ask a question like that?
Yes, there are many in the team that have been lacklustre, disinterested and downright lazy, but he should know more than any others that he too has been going through the motions week after week.

It would be great to have a compilation video of his 'best' moments in the last 18 months or so, when he's been caught in possession, when he's played an attacker onside, or when he's totally lost his man and then saunters slowly back to his position, berating his colleagues for not doing the job he was supposed to be doing.

You're a spent force, Vain Dick. You were on your last legs a year ago and things have gotten progressively worse since. Let us hope the new man offers you another contract to stay.

As per, Gerbil Van Prick resorts to blaming his teammates suggesting they take a long hard look at themselves in the mirror - like he does every day, kisses it a few time then does his hair.

 

[Gray]

Either side of half time the Red twats could have scored a bag full, after that they were utterly spent and the Toffees cruised to a deserved win.

Fuck them the Bus Wrecking bunch of twats.

 

[Alan Harper's Tash]

Either side of half time the Red twats could have scored a bag full, after that they were utterly spent and the Toffees cruised to a deserved win.

Fuck them the Bus Wrecking bunch of twats.

Everton should have subbed Mykolenko immediately after his ankle twist. They were blowing and were effectively down to 10 men for 10 mins.

 

[bluemanchester]

I feel so thoroughly ashamed that I was, like most of my sky blue brethren, rejoicing in the discomfiture suffered at Goodison by Jurgen's Happy band of brothers, until I read Will (Stanley?) Unwin's offering in the Guardian about how "weary Liverpool" had been "shocked into submission" by "Sean Dyche's tracksuit energy". As a rather morose Will laments, "It is little wonder Jürgen Klopp is running out of energy when he is having to come up with a new lineup every few days. For the Merseyside derby defeat to Everton there were six changes to follow on from the half-dozen made for Sunday’s win over Fulham. On this occasion, however, it did not work. The latter weeks of the season are a tricky balance for any coach with so much at stake. Trying to maintain a rhythm and build momentum while keeping everyone fresh for crucial fixtures is an unenviable task. It cannot help a manager when hours before the match a starter withdraws but not even the riches of football can dictate when a mother-to-be enters labour." I realised that Jurgen had performed heroically with such a small, inexpensive squad to win the world's premier knock out competition and then remain in the FA cup until the 6th round before their interest in the PL came to an apparent end wit only four games left. No other team can have come so close having faced such insuperable obstacles. To make sure that we all understand the extent of Liverpool's martyrdom will continues, and reveals the cheating Everton resorted to to frustrate Klopp's exhausted cavaliers "Liverpool had 76% of possession but were met with nine blue shirts In the final stages, few had the energy to attack for Liverpool " so they were driven to an unheard of hoofball "as their attempts to progress up the pitch became more direct. The quick, sharp passing that has been instrumental this season was lost with minds and legs depleted of resources. There are fine lines when scoring and a tired mind can make the difference." And Will concludes that "it has been a gruelling season for Liverpool amid their attempts to win four competitions and the emotional uncertainty provided by Klopp’s summer exit. There will be no shame if Liverpool do not take their title challenge to the final days. Nine months of exertions take their toll." One admires the almost Churchillian levels of heroism of a team and coach coming so uniquely close to pulling off the impossible dream of three trophies in a single season before they could win five trophies in a calendar year. Only a club of Liverpool's standing could dare to dream.

Kinell. Don't know if they are your words or Stanley Unwins but they rank up there with some of the passages in the bible, koran or other fairy tales luring people into following a cult. Be afraid, very afraid the cults are lurking;-)
If they are your words, well done.

 

[KentBlue]

And they are blaming their well-deserved demise on the gurning German. There is almost as many plastic, fair-weather supporters in their fan base than there are teeth in Bingo's mouth.

Any club that counts Spitty as a fan deserves all the putrid crap that comes their way.

 

[Prestwich_Blue]

It’s an absolutely cracking read. Pretty much everyone getting it, including Salah, Van Dijk, and (shock horror) the fans. Thanks for the link!

And their default setting is to blame the ref. Every ref has a shocker when they lose or draw. It's all the ref's fault, giving all those soft free kicks against them, that their forwards couldn't hit a cow's arse with a banjo.

 

[Blue Llama]

Oh Jurgen, Jurgen Klopp,
He has hit the buffer stops,
How can Liverpool be what it was before?
They called him good as Pep,
But he wasn’t, was he heck,
And he’ll never walk down Lime Street anymore.

(Maggie May - folk version, not Rod Stewart.)

As in Vipers Skiffle group version

 

[brazilians hurt]

As per, Gerbil Van Prick resorts to blaming his teammates suggesting they take a long hard look at themselves in the mirror - like he does every day, kisses it a few time then does his hair.

I have it on good authority that VVD actually licks his own mirror reflection and has to be forcefully stopped otherwise he won’t stop until the mirror has worn through