Why talk when you can break the jaw with no one noticing
The Northern Irish and their balaclavas.I'll put a balaclava on him when I'm not admiring his stare and his 'fucking want some' poise.
Those ties were where Souness was in his element. He loved a fight but had the panache of a musketeer. Souness the player was a giant for us. He glided around the pitch and looked after his team mates whilst teaching Whelan the same thing. He was done by Stielike early on in the 81 final and said he felt like a passenger from then on but you wouldn't have noticed it.Great stuff, but incidentally the caption's wrong. The guy's name was Lica Movila, and it wasn't a tackle - Souey hit him, twice. He'd been kicking our players all night and eventually made the mistake of his miserable life trying it on with Souey, who was already steaming from the treatment he'd seen teammates getting. So he waited till the referee was watching play elsewhere, then taught the cnut a lesson he'll never forget. 😎 After the second leg over there Souey's socks were in tatters and so was the skin on his shins, but he never turned a hair.
They don't make 'em like that any more.
Ronnie Whelan was one hell of an enforcer. A role he never got credit for particularly towards the end of his LFC career, when that crop of Fowler, McManaman etc were coming through. He made sure people didn't take liberties with the kids.I know what you mean though - A silent assassin would be boss. I'd love it if that was Hendo. Future captain, future enforcer. The Frank Nitti of the redmen! 😎
The Northern Irish and their balaclavas.
I'd suggest you don't grow a beard....Those were the good old days you know. I remember me and three mates being pulled over in Luton airport in 2000 while going to visit @Bradley and being asked all sorts of questions about where we were going and what we were going to do. Now I can waltz through any of the London airports and no one bats an eyelid at me.
I'd suggest you don't grow a beard....
A great tale. I was very young when Souey was in his pomp but I remember loving him. One of my first LFC heroes.Those ties were where Souness was in his element. He loved a fight but had the panache of a musketeer. Souness the player was a giant for us. He glided around the pitch and looked after his team mates whilst teaching Whelan the same thing. He was done by Stielike early on in the 81 final and said he felt like a passenger from then on but you wouldn't have noticed it.
In Rome in 84 he was like a gladiator. He thrived off that type of atmosphere. A shame there wasn't more tv coverage back then as he was magnificent to watch.
A bit of ginger??? A bit of Celtic never did anyone any harm la! Unless of course you're of Nordic descent? 😉I'm growing a beard for a bet.
It's getting more ginger by the day & half the hair is at right angles to my face. Not good, I'm close to breaking point.
Dig out his autobiography. Ignore the Management section and you'll get loads more great stories from that era.A great tale. I was very young when Souey was in his pomp but I remember loving him. One of my first LFC heroes.
I'm growing a beard for a bet.
It's getting more ginger by the day & half the hair is at right angles to my face. Not good, I'm close to breaking point.
Those ties were where Souness was in his element. He loved a fight but had the panache of a musketeer. Souness the player was a giant for us. He glided around the pitch and looked after his team mates whilst teaching Whelan the same thing. He was done by Stielike early on in the 81 final and said he felt like a passenger from then on but you wouldn't have noticed it.
In Rome in 84 he was like a gladiator. He thrived off that type of atmosphere. A shame there wasn't more tv coverage back then as he was magnificent to watch.
This wont be the most popular thing to say, but Souness is probably my favourite Liverpool player of all time
1984?I Know where you're coming from.
1984?
Why talk when you can break the jaw with no one noticing
“They had a really good player, [Marius] Lacatus, but he’d gone over the top a couple of times. I committed this ridiculous foul, completely ignoring the ball. Then I realised this wasn’t Lacatus, just some poor innocent Romanian.”