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Champions league final: post match thread
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Yea that guy... lol
The only time this season someone has got by vVd
Must be tough for him when he's faced with two up front.
I had two people try to pickpocket me at different times late last night. I was really disappointed with both their clumsy techniques ... nothing subtle at all.
Fuck it I was utterly wasted and they couldn't even pull it off
Even if they had been successful, they both went for the pocket that had nothing but a near empty tin of cafe creme cigars.
Fuck it I was utterly wasted and they couldn't even pull it off
Even if they had been successful, they both went for the pocket that had nothing but a near empty tin of cafe creme cigars.
Jürgen Klopp
"I cannot really describe it because I cried a little bit as well because it’s so overwhelming what the people are doing. When you have a direct eye contact and you see how much it means to them that’s touching to be honest. It’s brilliant. Thank God the weather changed in a positive direction so we are having a wonderful time here. It’s really special.
"I don’t know exactly how many people live in Liverpool but there’s not a lot of space for fans and supporters of other clubs, so it’s incredible! This team is really doing so well and if you are a young kid which team would you support? There are not a lot of other options and opportunities apart from Liverpool so it’s really nice to see. You see in their eyes how much it means. It’s unbelievable and it’s so intense. Today, wow! It’s crazy."
Jordan Henderson
"It's amazing, absolutely amazing. We were looking forward to it straight after the party last night, to get back. It's amazing to come back with the trophy to show the fans."
Virgil van Dijk
"It's amazing, it's something special. You have to really experience it. It's unbelievable what it does to the city and obviously to the club as well. I'm very proud to be sitting on this coach and hopefully we can have more days like this.
"I think there's still more to come but it's already been past my expectations. I'm just taking everything in and enjoying every bit of it with all of these fans."
Divock Origi
"It feels good. I think today we can celebrate. We have a wonderful team and Liverpool is celebrating today, we can feel it.
"It means a lot to the people, I can see it in their eyes and in their reaction. It means so much and it’s beautiful for us because we give so much on the pitch and whenever you come back and you get a welcome like this it’s always good."
Georginio Wijnaldum
"Amazing. It's difficult to put into words, it's something you have to feel. It's phenomenal. You see how many people come to see the bus tour, it's more than I expected. To see grandmas, grandpas, babies, all kinds of ages - you see how much it means to the city."
Joe Gomez
"It's an amazing feeling to share with all the boys. It's special, seriously. You see all these people: it sums up what it means to play for the club and it's special to be part of history."
Alison Becker
"I have no words to explain because I thought it was a great thing just winning the Champions League, but when you are here feeling the emotion of these people, our supporters, it’s amazing.
"I’m happy to have my teammates because this team deserved to win something big this season because we made a great season in the Premier League and the Champions League.
"I put my heart on the pitch and I gave my best for my teammates to win the title and bring the cup to Liverpool."
Dejan Lovren
"What we did in previous years, unfortunately we lost a couple of finals. But all these people never stopped believing in us. It's a gift to them and they say thank you. It's both ways - incredible.
"Sometimes you need to be knocked down to get up again. It's about character, it's about emotions, it's about many things. I think this team has everything."
"I cannot really describe it because I cried a little bit as well because it’s so overwhelming what the people are doing. When you have a direct eye contact and you see how much it means to them that’s touching to be honest. It’s brilliant. Thank God the weather changed in a positive direction so we are having a wonderful time here. It’s really special.
"I don’t know exactly how many people live in Liverpool but there’s not a lot of space for fans and supporters of other clubs, so it’s incredible! This team is really doing so well and if you are a young kid which team would you support? There are not a lot of other options and opportunities apart from Liverpool so it’s really nice to see. You see in their eyes how much it means. It’s unbelievable and it’s so intense. Today, wow! It’s crazy."
Jordan Henderson
"It's amazing, absolutely amazing. We were looking forward to it straight after the party last night, to get back. It's amazing to come back with the trophy to show the fans."
Virgil van Dijk
"It's amazing, it's something special. You have to really experience it. It's unbelievable what it does to the city and obviously to the club as well. I'm very proud to be sitting on this coach and hopefully we can have more days like this.
"I think there's still more to come but it's already been past my expectations. I'm just taking everything in and enjoying every bit of it with all of these fans."
Divock Origi
"It feels good. I think today we can celebrate. We have a wonderful team and Liverpool is celebrating today, we can feel it.
"It means a lot to the people, I can see it in their eyes and in their reaction. It means so much and it’s beautiful for us because we give so much on the pitch and whenever you come back and you get a welcome like this it’s always good."
Georginio Wijnaldum
"Amazing. It's difficult to put into words, it's something you have to feel. It's phenomenal. You see how many people come to see the bus tour, it's more than I expected. To see grandmas, grandpas, babies, all kinds of ages - you see how much it means to the city."
Joe Gomez
"It's an amazing feeling to share with all the boys. It's special, seriously. You see all these people: it sums up what it means to play for the club and it's special to be part of history."
Alison Becker
"I have no words to explain because I thought it was a great thing just winning the Champions League, but when you are here feeling the emotion of these people, our supporters, it’s amazing.
"I’m happy to have my teammates because this team deserved to win something big this season because we made a great season in the Premier League and the Champions League.
"I put my heart on the pitch and I gave my best for my teammates to win the title and bring the cup to Liverpool."
Dejan Lovren
"What we did in previous years, unfortunately we lost a couple of finals. But all these people never stopped believing in us. It's a gift to them and they say thank you. It's both ways - incredible.
"Sometimes you need to be knocked down to get up again. It's about character, it's about emotions, it's about many things. I think this team has everything."
Awesome scenes.
Champions Of Europe 2 Tottenham 0: The Match Ratings
by Ben Johnson | Jun 2, 2019 | 10 comments
MADRID Airport. Sunday, June 2.
I mean, I was up at 6.45am, not a mark on me. No hangover, no nothing. Mine was an unusual Champions League final day. Friday night, you see, got a smidgen out of hand. European Cup nerves and that, the ale flew, bevied twice in a day. Shapes were thrown.
Saturday morning breaks and I’m a mess. A fat baldy mess of a man, with no ticket, no plan and no hope of either.
Oh yer, and me body decided to choose June 1, 2019, the Champions League final day, the greatest day of our lives, to try a new experiment which involved me being sick on the hour, every hour, regular as clockwork, like the news on the radio. You are listening to Ben Johno’s digestive system. It was a nice touch.
I particularly like how it waited to spring this on me until I was in a taxi on the way to the fan park. I’ll get out here, lads. Being sick in the street, Spanish people tutting at me and that. I know, love. I’m a disgrace to my family.
I went for a lovely, big, long walk while the lads had a lovely, big, long meal, stopping to be sick in between cars, like a dying dog. Opening me mouth like a coughing cat, half my head of hair in its throat. Well you don’t need it anymore, dickhead.
All hope of a ticket long gone, the lads go to a boozer and I decide to have a kip under a tree in the park. Parque de El Retiro. Honestly, it was idyllic. Locals having a little siesta under trees. People in rowing boats. Young lovers canoodling in the shade, a lovely Spanish lady playing the ukulele to her fella, singing Queen in English.
A fat, bald, horrible, English pig lying on his back occasionally rolling on his front to impart some orange substance, which I’m saying tasted like it had come straight from hell. Think battery acid, mixed with the devil’s undie juice, onto the grounds of this pristine park before rolling back, inches away to doze.
I mean, I’m not sure if I was upsetting the mood and that, but when I looked up occasionally the canoodling seemed to have stopped. Better than nodders, lad.
Couple of hours before kick off I went to meet the lads in what can only really be described as a fucking butty shop with the ale in, a fucking subway, to watch the biggest game of our lives. A fucking butty shop. Think about that.
I spent the hours leading up to kick off with my head in the sink. Like at The National when a horse is sweating that much they have to lash water on it. There was salt crystals forming in my beard. There was an unusually big queue for the bogs but no one was having a piss. Weird that, init?
The telly went off. There was nearly a riot. The telly come back on. The Reds had a pen. What the fuck. The Reds were shite. The Reds were shite. The Reds were Shite. We score the second. Nothing else matters. Mayhem. The leccy goes in the gaff. Mayhem. We watch the last five minutes on a phone. Nothing else matters.
With love from the bottom of my heart.
Alisson: 10
We don’t win that game if he isn’t in goal. He was just so good. His footwork. His fucking saves. His positional sense. His fucking sense. His frame, his everything. Best I’ve ever seen and I seen Westerveld, mind you. The save from the freekick is unbelievable. The save from Son when he pure twatted it then the one right again from Lucas Moura. Unreal.
Holding the European Cup with one hand. Souness.
Trent: 9
What can you say about him that hasn’t already been said? Twenty years of age and he’s winning European Cups. Imagine that one goes in when he did his best Ste Gerard impression, there. Gave it away with some mad decisions first 20 but fuck me, it’s the European Cup final. I’d be trying to score with every touch.
Was great defensively. But honestly we won, nothing else fucking matters.
Big Joel The Leccy Conqueror: 9
Mad the way he was fourth choice, everyone is binning him in the summer and a couple of lads get injured and he turns into a really, really, really good player, and ends up better than van Dijk for a bit.
Still does mad shit with his body now and again, like has involuntary twitches and that. Scousecharms has got a mate who got struck by lightning while he was stood under a tree. Two of his mates exploded. Literally exploded. He lost 40 per cent of his body weight, and can now turn the telly on and that without touching it, like a fucking X-Man.
Reckon it might be Joel, you know. Zapping his way to glory.
Virgil: 9
I have heard a rumour that he cried before we lifted the cup. I mean, Jesus Christ that would have broken me. I’m glad the telly went off. His recovery run when Son was in was incredible. He looked for the first time in his life like he weren’t getting back and then he just lashed the burners on and boxed it. An unbelievable footballer.
Made up for him that his decision to sign for us has been vindicated. What a hero.
Andy Robbo: 9
Cope was obsessed about his body shape. It was pretty fucking good, to be fair. Some of them balls he put in were unreal. Great effort. Didn’t stop running and that takes some doing in that heat. A fabulous footballer. One of the best.
Gini: 8
Struggled to have an impact really, but then in fairness he fucking got us here. The right sub to take him off, but so fucking what? Nothing else matters. Harder job than it looks that midfield shuffler. Shows how good Henderson is that he could keep going.
Jordan Henderson: 10
I’m not even rating his performance. I’m rating him as a man. I reckon I’m happier for him than I am for me. A wonderful, wonderful human being. The video with his auld fella was pretty cry-y, wasn’t it?
Fabinho: 9
What a tremendous signing. Absolutely steel. As in as hard as steel and a bargain. Seriously impressive in them little holes, isn’t he?
Sadio Mane: 10
Unbelievable, wasn’t he? We had a really big discussion yesterday about what we would do if our birds get sick of us and fuck us off. It was decided that I was moving to Senegal. Heavy that, isn’t it? I mean I would miss my wife and family and that because, you know, I love them, but Senegal would be pretty nice, I reckon.
Unbelievable ability to kill time/take fellas on, get The Reds up the pitch and nearly set up a goal in one move. Just pipped to man of the match by me and Alisson.
Mo Salah: 9
Redemption song. I mean, it was pretty nice, wasn’t it? I hope Sergio Ramos was watching it in his gaff with a bit of a cob on. He twats that pen in fairness and it’s a fucking good job cause it’s only the speed that beats the ‘keeper. Made some poor decisions really, and wasn’t at his best, but he’s sat in his gaff with a big gold medal round his neck.
Nothing. Else. Matters.
Bobby Firmino: 7
Was nowhere near fit, was he? Couldn’t press, couldn’t control it, couldn’t really do much, in fairness. The right decision to sub him obvs, but so fucking what? We won. Nothing else matters.
SUBS
Milner: 8
Made up for him, you know. Absolutely come on and got The Reds through. What a fella.
Div: 10
Was absolutely shite for 20 minutes there, wasn’t he? Shite. But then, that little shift onto his left, bang, the only place it could go in. Want to watch that again for all eternity. Wish I was in that end for it but never mind.
I got to watch Adam Melia, sat down, watching his timer on his phone instead of the match, unable to see the telly, look up with little hopeful eyes, as all hell broke loose around him, look straight into my eyes for confirmation, with a little smile on his face, start laughing and crying and celebrating all at the same time. I will never forget that.
It’s 11am in Paris as I write this and he still hasn’t seen the goal.
Jurgen: 10
I don’t think I have ever been happier for anyone in my life. He is a remarkable man. A true leader of men. Unbelievable what he has pretty much done single handed for this club. He wouldn’t have a word of it being just him, though. That’s the marker of him.
I hope to meet him some day, maybe on a plane, on the way back from a European final, and I can tell him how much he means to me and maybe say thanks
by Ben Johnson | Jun 2, 2019 | 10 comments
MADRID Airport. Sunday, June 2.
I mean, I was up at 6.45am, not a mark on me. No hangover, no nothing. Mine was an unusual Champions League final day. Friday night, you see, got a smidgen out of hand. European Cup nerves and that, the ale flew, bevied twice in a day. Shapes were thrown.
Saturday morning breaks and I’m a mess. A fat baldy mess of a man, with no ticket, no plan and no hope of either.
Oh yer, and me body decided to choose June 1, 2019, the Champions League final day, the greatest day of our lives, to try a new experiment which involved me being sick on the hour, every hour, regular as clockwork, like the news on the radio. You are listening to Ben Johno’s digestive system. It was a nice touch.
I particularly like how it waited to spring this on me until I was in a taxi on the way to the fan park. I’ll get out here, lads. Being sick in the street, Spanish people tutting at me and that. I know, love. I’m a disgrace to my family.
I went for a lovely, big, long walk while the lads had a lovely, big, long meal, stopping to be sick in between cars, like a dying dog. Opening me mouth like a coughing cat, half my head of hair in its throat. Well you don’t need it anymore, dickhead.
All hope of a ticket long gone, the lads go to a boozer and I decide to have a kip under a tree in the park. Parque de El Retiro. Honestly, it was idyllic. Locals having a little siesta under trees. People in rowing boats. Young lovers canoodling in the shade, a lovely Spanish lady playing the ukulele to her fella, singing Queen in English.
A fat, bald, horrible, English pig lying on his back occasionally rolling on his front to impart some orange substance, which I’m saying tasted like it had come straight from hell. Think battery acid, mixed with the devil’s undie juice, onto the grounds of this pristine park before rolling back, inches away to doze.
I mean, I’m not sure if I was upsetting the mood and that, but when I looked up occasionally the canoodling seemed to have stopped. Better than nodders, lad.
Couple of hours before kick off I went to meet the lads in what can only really be described as a fucking butty shop with the ale in, a fucking subway, to watch the biggest game of our lives. A fucking butty shop. Think about that.
I spent the hours leading up to kick off with my head in the sink. Like at The National when a horse is sweating that much they have to lash water on it. There was salt crystals forming in my beard. There was an unusually big queue for the bogs but no one was having a piss. Weird that, init?
The telly went off. There was nearly a riot. The telly come back on. The Reds had a pen. What the fuck. The Reds were shite. The Reds were shite. The Reds were Shite. We score the second. Nothing else matters. Mayhem. The leccy goes in the gaff. Mayhem. We watch the last five minutes on a phone. Nothing else matters.
With love from the bottom of my heart.
Alisson: 10
We don’t win that game if he isn’t in goal. He was just so good. His footwork. His fucking saves. His positional sense. His fucking sense. His frame, his everything. Best I’ve ever seen and I seen Westerveld, mind you. The save from the freekick is unbelievable. The save from Son when he pure twatted it then the one right again from Lucas Moura. Unreal.
Holding the European Cup with one hand. Souness.
Trent: 9
What can you say about him that hasn’t already been said? Twenty years of age and he’s winning European Cups. Imagine that one goes in when he did his best Ste Gerard impression, there. Gave it away with some mad decisions first 20 but fuck me, it’s the European Cup final. I’d be trying to score with every touch.
Was great defensively. But honestly we won, nothing else fucking matters.
Big Joel The Leccy Conqueror: 9
Mad the way he was fourth choice, everyone is binning him in the summer and a couple of lads get injured and he turns into a really, really, really good player, and ends up better than van Dijk for a bit.
Still does mad shit with his body now and again, like has involuntary twitches and that. Scousecharms has got a mate who got struck by lightning while he was stood under a tree. Two of his mates exploded. Literally exploded. He lost 40 per cent of his body weight, and can now turn the telly on and that without touching it, like a fucking X-Man.
Reckon it might be Joel, you know. Zapping his way to glory.
Virgil: 9
I have heard a rumour that he cried before we lifted the cup. I mean, Jesus Christ that would have broken me. I’m glad the telly went off. His recovery run when Son was in was incredible. He looked for the first time in his life like he weren’t getting back and then he just lashed the burners on and boxed it. An unbelievable footballer.
Made up for him that his decision to sign for us has been vindicated. What a hero.
Andy Robbo: 9
Cope was obsessed about his body shape. It was pretty fucking good, to be fair. Some of them balls he put in were unreal. Great effort. Didn’t stop running and that takes some doing in that heat. A fabulous footballer. One of the best.
Gini: 8
Struggled to have an impact really, but then in fairness he fucking got us here. The right sub to take him off, but so fucking what? Nothing else matters. Harder job than it looks that midfield shuffler. Shows how good Henderson is that he could keep going.
Jordan Henderson: 10
I’m not even rating his performance. I’m rating him as a man. I reckon I’m happier for him than I am for me. A wonderful, wonderful human being. The video with his auld fella was pretty cry-y, wasn’t it?
Fabinho: 9
What a tremendous signing. Absolutely steel. As in as hard as steel and a bargain. Seriously impressive in them little holes, isn’t he?
Sadio Mane: 10
Unbelievable, wasn’t he? We had a really big discussion yesterday about what we would do if our birds get sick of us and fuck us off. It was decided that I was moving to Senegal. Heavy that, isn’t it? I mean I would miss my wife and family and that because, you know, I love them, but Senegal would be pretty nice, I reckon.
Unbelievable ability to kill time/take fellas on, get The Reds up the pitch and nearly set up a goal in one move. Just pipped to man of the match by me and Alisson.
Mo Salah: 9
Redemption song. I mean, it was pretty nice, wasn’t it? I hope Sergio Ramos was watching it in his gaff with a bit of a cob on. He twats that pen in fairness and it’s a fucking good job cause it’s only the speed that beats the ‘keeper. Made some poor decisions really, and wasn’t at his best, but he’s sat in his gaff with a big gold medal round his neck.
Nothing. Else. Matters.
Bobby Firmino: 7
Was nowhere near fit, was he? Couldn’t press, couldn’t control it, couldn’t really do much, in fairness. The right decision to sub him obvs, but so fucking what? We won. Nothing else matters.
SUBS
Milner: 8
Made up for him, you know. Absolutely come on and got The Reds through. What a fella.
Div: 10
Was absolutely shite for 20 minutes there, wasn’t he? Shite. But then, that little shift onto his left, bang, the only place it could go in. Want to watch that again for all eternity. Wish I was in that end for it but never mind.
I got to watch Adam Melia, sat down, watching his timer on his phone instead of the match, unable to see the telly, look up with little hopeful eyes, as all hell broke loose around him, look straight into my eyes for confirmation, with a little smile on his face, start laughing and crying and celebrating all at the same time. I will never forget that.
It’s 11am in Paris as I write this and he still hasn’t seen the goal.
Jurgen: 10
I don’t think I have ever been happier for anyone in my life. He is a remarkable man. A true leader of men. Unbelievable what he has pretty much done single handed for this club. He wouldn’t have a word of it being just him, though. That’s the marker of him.
I hope to meet him some day, maybe on a plane, on the way back from a European final, and I can tell him how much he means to me and maybe say thanks
Ha, match ratings. Give everyone a 6.
Divock was shite from the time he was introduced.
Then he pops up and scores the goal that makes the game safe.
He keeps doing this!
I wonder what his role is going to be going forward.
I really hope some of the Man City players watched that parade, I did a lookup and it appears that 20,000 people turned up for their one after the treble win. I am personally (@Woland , @Squiggles ) in absolute awe of those parade pictures, stunning and if I was a player on that bus, I would never want to leave the club. Just unreal and emotional.
I remember my Evertonian uncle went with me to watch the parade after our cup treble in 2001. So maybe there are a load of them towards the back of the crowd? Loads of families have a mix of reds and blues so might be the case.
I was wondering the same thing. What do hard-core bluenoses do when the Reds take over the streets to celebrate a major trophy? Take a holiday far away from the city? Barricade the windows? Just stand and watch with a mix of envy, irritation and indifference?
I really want us to win this. Hate United having something on their resume we don't (don't count the EL).
And to be officially, World Champions. 😗
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It must be gutting to see that and know that your plastic club has plastic fans with plastic flags and that no matter what you achieve on the pitch you will never receive such passionate adulation.
In 1986 when we won the double, they had to come on the parade as well, as the league & fa cup losers. They had their own bus, which, of course, had to trail in the wake of the Liverpool one
That was a boss laugh
Boss indeed but still a nice touch for the city.
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