Dec 8, 2004

[LeTallecWiz]

What a hit son ... what a hit

 

[Modo]

So I did some digging and found the old Milan vs Liverpool thread from Koptalk. Unfortunately, I can't access it:

http://web.archive.org/web/20050525235131/http://www.koptalk.org/forums/postlist.php/Cat/0/Board/lfc

 

[darkstarexodus]

 

[Dreambeliever]

Ha Brilliant.

Funny Mellor recreates his assist and not his actual goal in this game 😀

 

[kingjulian]

The first two images look like Gerrard scored that goal against a bunch of oldies.

 

[refugee]

“I don’t want to wake up tomorrow morning in the Uefa Cup.”

 

[Woland]

16 years ago. What the fuck? What a couple of days that was.

 

[Woland]

I posted this a couple of years ago but the topic is locked so can't link it

Olympiakos... Right... I was sure we'd get beat, I was pretty sure I'd be too late to get there if my flight was slightly delayed, and my mate was desperate for a ticket so I gave mine to him. I was in Luxembourg on business and wasn't going to get back till that evening, it was touch and go. Thing is this was a new bizz presentation so me and my mate got in the night before and said, let's go for a couple of quick pints now and get our heads down because we were getting picked up at our hotel by the MD of the company at 8 in the morning to be taken to their office. What happened next was probably the maddest night of my life, and I stumbled into his car stinking of vodka and latex and bad drugs having had zero sleep, and after the meeting me and my mate were in the lift blaming each other for being so stupid and depraved, and said we'd never talk about it again unless we won the business (we did, hence this). Meanwhile, my other mate rang me and said he had a spare on the back row of the Kop, so I was like yeah baby... So, flights went on time, VLM via London City into Liverpool... I got home at about 6.30, and my missus opens the door and there's my mum and dad stood behind her, and she says 'remember we bought those tickets for the charity dinner in the Brooke ages ago? Your folks are here, we've got to leave in a minute' and I literally threw my suitcase and laptop bag at her, turned around and legged it shouting that was I was going to the match while she screamed at me to get back home.

So anyways, what happened next was probably the best night ever at Anfield as far as I'm, concerned. Being on the back row of the kop, and as no-one wanted to leave, we stood and sang for at least half hour after the final whistle, and when I finally got home, shitting myself about divorce, my missus was beaming saying that they'd all watched it in the pub and she wouldn't have wanted me to miss it for any reason. Love my bird.

EDIT: The Barca night wins now.

 

[Dreambeliever]

Stories like this is why I put up with the rest of the shit on this site 😀.

That is epic!

Great mrs to boot!!

 

[Frogfish]

 

[Frogfish]

I posted this a couple of years ago but the topic is locked so can't link it

Olympiakos... Right... I was sure we'd get beat, I was pretty sure I'd be too late to get there if my flight was slightly delayed, and my mate was desperate for a ticket so I gave mine to him. I was in Luxembourg on business and wasn't going to get back till that evening, it was touch and go. Thing is this was a new bizz presentation so me and my mate got in the night before and said, let's go for a couple of quick pints now and get our heads down because we were getting picked up at our hotel by the MD of the company at 8 in the morning to be taken to their office. What happened next was probably the maddest night of my life, and I stumbled into his car stinking of vodka and latex and bad drugs having had zero sleep, and after the meeting me and my mate were in the lift blaming each other for being so stupid and depraved, and said we'd never talk about it again unless we won the business (we did, hence this). Meanwhile, my other mate rang me and said he had a spare on the back row of the Kop, so I was like yeah baby... So, flights went on time, VLM via London City into Liverpool... I got home at about 6.30, and my missus opens the door and there's my mum and dad stood behind her, and she says 'remember we bought those tickets for the charity dinner in the Brooke ages ago? Your folks are here, we've got to leave in a minute' and I literally threw my suitcase and laptop bag at her, turned around and legged it shouting that was I was going to the match while she screamed at me to get back home.

So anyways, what happened next was probably the best night ever at Anfield as far as I'm, concerned. Being on the back row of the kop, and as no-one wanted to leave, we stood and sang for at least half hour after the final whistle, and when I finally got home, shitting myself about divorce, my missus was beaming saying that they'd all watched it in the pub and she wouldn't have wanted me to miss it for any reason. Love my bird.

EDIT: The Barca night wins now.

Haha all I can picture is your Mrs screaming at you at the top of her voice, one hand on her hip the other pointing a finger, as you legged it down the path 😀