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[article]Fuck off[/article]
[article]Oh fuck off you rabid cünts[/article]
[article]Lucky bastards. But it’s not luck is it? It’s official cheating[/article]
[article]fuck off

game over

red some red cards Everton please[/article]
[article]Cheating fucking scum[/article]
[article]We pay good money to watch this bent corrupt shit.[/article]
[article]rigged game, another win for liVARpool[/article]
[article]Quell surprise, premier league getting the result they were “hoping” for.[/article]
[article]It's what the Premier League want a title race...This today along with allot of other days the officials have been nothing short of shocking.

Fuck right off.[/article]
[article]
They are wanting a formula one type finish to the season the yanks fingers are all over this ..
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I wonder if there is a set amount to buy the officials, or is it a sliding rate depending on the games importance? is buying a Prem ref cheaper or more expensive than a euro ref ?
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[article]Pep right we have to win all our games because Liverpool will win there’s he also knows those favourable referees decisions goes Liverpool’s way.[/article]
[article]When we win the league over the dippers and rags we are doing it against unbelievable assistance given to the red sides. Look at today, and it’s like that every fucking week. Dippers not had a pen given against them in the league in 14 months, we’ve not had a pen in the league against the rag scum since the one Darius Vassell missed about 15 years ago. It’s biased and it’s blatant and it’s live and it’s ignored[/article]
[article]I would love it if Lampard came out and went both barrels at the refereeing. 2 red card incidents and a penalty that even Carragher thinks was a pen.

Someone needs to go after PGMOL and kick up a big enough storm that it gets fixed. Lampard has the stature to do it.[/article]
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if Lampard has the balls, he will make a huge scene at the presser after the game.

he was fucking asking for an apology form Riley against us fo Rodri handball which was offside anyway, and Riley did issue the apology the idiot.

have the ball call this out Lampard today!!!
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[article]Think I will skip Talk Shite tomorrow, what with the Fury wankfest it will be backed up with the red orc love in. Audio book it is.[/article]

Build a statue
[article]Origi is one jammy cunt[/article]
[article]well, Everton, get ready for Championship. i take my hands off of you..[/article]
[article]Make no mistake we are playing 11 + 1 on route to this Season Title.[/article]
[article]"Where do you want your statue, Origi?"

What a prick.[/article]
[article]I fancy spurs front 3 and Son in particular to get past this defence. Whether the officials and var allow it is another thing. Feel a bit sorry for Everton today, not something I’d usually say[/article]
[article]Should have just given the 3 points to the cûnts and saved a lot of fucking about.
The whole country new what was going to happen.

FUKIN SHAMELESS[/article]
[article]Offended by everything
Ashamed of nothing[/article]
[article]anyone who had any doubt only needs to look at Lewis Hamilton being fucked over last season.

Carragher actually said: "Origi is leaving US next season, which is a shame."

Dipper TV right there.[/article]
[article]See how easy it is to influence a game with biased Refereeing.

Everton should have had 1 Pen, possibly 2

Liverpool get this every fucking game.[/article]
[article]Officials not even hiding the bias. Hope Everton make as much a fuss about it as they did v us. 8 fouls each, 5 cards to Everton, 2 to Dippers. Var Useless ( no surprise as their pet England on Var). Everton been pretty fucked by the officials today.
V Us twice, today, Rags, Chelsea etc, Dippers avoiding red cards[/article]
And back to their favourite subject![article]Let's not forget that the Dipper's 'antics' in Europe back in the 80's denied Everyon a genuine chance of silverware. Could have turned out a whole lot differently for them.[/article]
 
Where were these cunts when they had a blatant handball against Everton ruled out? Hypocrites the lot of them. I can't wait till Pep fucks off and they become just another shithouse club after the murdering bastard of a state gets bored and decides to invest in the IPL or some other shit sport. Then it'll be normal service has resumed
 
momoWASboss said:
[article]Should have just given the 3 points to the cûnts and saved a lot of fucking about.
The whole country new what was going to happen.

FUKIN SHAMELESS[/article]
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Hey! That's our (RedRose's) abomination, get your own you thieving twats

momoWASboss said:
[article]well, Everton, get ready for Championship. i take my hands off of you..[/article]
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It's OK - Saudi law has prevailed
 
Woland said:
I watch our games on the international thing, usually Peter Drury and Jim Beglin. So much better than those wankers on sky. Atkinson, Neville and Carragher are so fucking full of themselves, always making the game about them. I do like how it winds the City fans up though.
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Yeah, I get Drury & Beglin commentary over here - it’s good, but the downside is you get Michael Owen along with Tim Sherwood pre and post match - I want to see Carragher, Neville, Keane and Souness going at it.

We had Owen & Leon Osman for the derby.
 
The Nomad said:
Is it just me who hates Carragher commentating our games on this side of the divide though?

Absolutely hate it.
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He gets a bad case of Lawrenson Syndrome (ex-LFC broadcaster trying far too hard not to sound biased) at times. Lawrenson ended up being booed for it when he turned up to games at Anfield and ultimately stopped going. If Carra keeps on the way he's going, he could end up the same way.
 
Yeah, I had to mute the commentary for a while because I couldn't stand it.

Carragher is an awful in-game pundit (I don't watch any of the pre / post game shit so no idea if he's any better on that stuff).
 
Also, I'm guessing City fans were similarly outraged when Rodri handballed it in the box and the stonewaller wasn't given.
 
Woland said:
I watch our games on the international thing, usually Peter Drury and Jim Beglin. So much better than those wankers on sky. Atkinson, Neville and Carragher are so fucking full of themselves, always making the game about them. I do like how it winds the City fans up though.
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Drury is excellent but Beglin does my head in ... as thick as two short planks and comes out with the most idiotic comments.
 
City fans refer to tonight’s game as part of their plan to topple the “cartel”.
This from a team who’s been in the last 8 for what, 7yrs? Nothing like a bit of self reflection at the fume.
 
rubans said:
City fans refer to tonight’s game as part of their plan to topple the “cartel”.
This from a team who’s been in the last 8 for what, 7yrs? Nothing like a bit of self reflection at the fume.
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One of which was a CL final, plus also it must be quite an underwhelming thing for them to win their domestic title like 3 out of the last 5 seasons, difficult to beat this 'cartel'.
 
rubans said:
City fans refer to tonight’s game as part of their plan to topple the “cartel”.
This from a team who’s been in the last 8 for what, 7yrs? Nothing like a bit of self reflection at the fume.
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From Barney Ronay’s piece in todays guardian.

[article]
Three games from the summit: now for The Cartel. It is a key element of elite football’s febrile brand of double-think that the richest club in the world can still portray themselves as underdogs, outsiders, thieves in the temple. As Manchester City contemplate their Champions League semi-final first leg against the imperial meringues of Real Madrid on Tuesday night, there is still that lurking sense of novelty, of an entity that is, on some level, forcing its way in from the outside.

“It is an honour to be here in the semi-final against Real Madrid,” Pep Guardiola said at his pre‑match press conference, doffing his cloth cap and presenting his chipped enamel mug for another helping of turnip soup. “In the last decade we start to be here and it is an honour. We try to do a good game.”

And so here they come, the nowhere boys: beating down the mahogany-panelled doors of the shadowy elite, cartwheeling across the dining tables like sky blue Spice Girls – and doing all this mainly by spending €433m a year on salaries, hiring the greatest coach in the world, setting their lawyers against anyone in their path and trying to join a super league.

It should be noted that Manchester City’s supporters have largely dropped the cartel stuff over the past year. It is a logical move given City have tried and failed to join an anti-sport cartel of their own. The European Super League may have stalled under the weight of its own tin-eared incompetence but it remains a handy guide to how the super-rich really feel about stitch-ups and closed shops. Deeply unhappy when they are left out of one. But absolutely delighted to be included.

It is on the pitch that the Citizens versus Royals dynamic still has some way to travel. City may be favourites for this competition. They may have the most powerfully balanced group of players in European football. But the fact remains that not one member of the current squad has ever won the Champions League (Real have at least a dozen former winners). And even in its current ageing iteration there is something gloriously, stupidly compelling about the optics, the enrage, the cultural weight of Madrid on these occasions.


City have fewer flaws. City are a better, more coherently constructed team. But Real Madrid are Real Madrid. Here is a club capable of winning these moments simply through presence, vibes, will to power. Being Real Madrid. It is not much of a tactic. But you try doing it.

When it comes to match-ups, and indeed the area where these games will surely be settled, that sense of elite outsider-dom is dramatised best in central midfield. Kevin De Bruyne will be City’s joint longest-serving player if Fernandinho leaves at the end of the season. But De Bruyne remains an oddity too, the component in this City collective who comes closest to the role of superstar, individualist and one‑man magic bullet.

It is a studied kind of freedom. De Bruyne has licence to make riskier passes, to shoot and surge and break his own team’s lines simply because he is so good at all of these things, because doing them at this level of efficiency makes his team more likely to win.

Odd, then, to think of him as an underrated player outside these shores. Successive PFA player of the year awards are a mark of how cherished De Bruyne is in England, where it has become routine to refer to him as the best midfielder in Europe. He regularly makes those Uefa teams of the year.

But there is still something missing here, the kind of ultimacy only this stage can deliver. Does the rest of Europe really get De Bruyne? His best years have brought him an eighth, a ninth and a pair of 14ths in the Ballon d’Or standings. Uefa’s obscure statistical rankings have him as the 56th best player in the Champions League this season, a figure that demonstrates little more than its own inanity, but which is significant for one reason. Even here De Bruyne is ranked below Luka Modric and Toni Kroos, direct opponents on Tuesday night, and the most gilded central midfield pairing of the age.


De Bruyne is six years younger than Modric and 18 months younger than Kroos. He is unarguably a more rounded player than the latter. But Modric-Kroos remains the standard, the defining central midfielders of the past decade of the Champions League.

This kind of comparison can often fall apart under any kind of scrutiny. Games at this level are decided on matters such as fitness and form, tactical tweaks, luck, destiny, the efforts of others. But the fact remains that sense of ultimacy has been hard-earned.

Kroos and Modric have four Champions League medals apiece, and even now they just keep on coming. In the quarter-final second leg against Chelsea it was in central midfield that Madrid finally asserted just enough pull, albeit only once Kroos had left the pitch looking spent.

Chelsea never did quite have the craft to dominate that area, despite their physical edge. Ten minutes before Modric delivered the decisive goalscoring pass to Rodrygo Madrid’s 36‑year‑old 5ft 6in dynamo could be seen splayed on the Bernabéu turf as Ruben Loftus-Cheek veered around him like a man absent‑mindedly dodging a stray traffic cone. At that moment one feared slightly for Modric.


He winced, got up and chased back. He knows this is going to happen. His entire career has been spent as a welterweight in a land of giants. But he remains utterly plugged in, able to regulate every part of a game from tempo and passing rhythms, and to springing the kind of press City will attempt to apply with a shimmy of the hips.

De Bruyne has had his moments in this company. He strolled around Kroos and Modric in the last-16 tie between these teamstwo years ago. He is if anything a more mature, versatile presence now, a midfielder so good he can decide to pack away for a couple of months a skill others would build a career around – those forensic deep crosses from the right – in order to fill a role as a false No 9 or a central conductor.

The next week feels like a step closer to the summit; and a perfect moment for De Bruyne to show his own champions’ qualities against legacy-defining opponents.
[/article]
 
momoWASboss said:
From Barney Ronay’s piece in todays guardian.

[article]
Three games from the summit: now for The Cartel. It is a key element of elite football’s febrile brand of double-think that the richest club in the world can still portray themselves as underdogs, outsiders, thieves in the temple. As Manchester City contemplate their Champions League semi-final first leg against the imperial meringues of Real Madrid on Tuesday night, there is still that lurking sense of novelty, of an entity that is, on some level, forcing its way in from the outside.

“It is an honour to be here in the semi-final against Real Madrid,” Pep Guardiola said at his pre‑match press conference, doffing his cloth cap and presenting his chipped enamel mug for another helping of turnip soup. “In the last decade we start to be here and it is an honour. We try to do a good game.”

And so here they come, the nowhere boys: beating down the mahogany-panelled doors of the shadowy elite, cartwheeling across the dining tables like sky blue Spice Girls – and doing all this mainly by spending €433m a year on salaries, hiring the greatest coach in the world, setting their lawyers against anyone in their path and trying to join a super league.

It should be noted that Manchester City’s supporters have largely dropped the cartel stuff over the past year. It is a logical move given City have tried and failed to join an anti-sport cartel of their own. The European Super League may have stalled under the weight of its own tin-eared incompetence but it remains a handy guide to how the super-rich really feel about stitch-ups and closed shops. Deeply unhappy when they are left out of one. But absolutely delighted to be included.

It is on the pitch that the Citizens versus Royals dynamic still has some way to travel. City may be favourites for this competition. They may have the most powerfully balanced group of players in European football. But the fact remains that not one member of the current squad has ever won the Champions League (Real have at least a dozen former winners). And even in its current ageing iteration there is something gloriously, stupidly compelling about the optics, the enrage, the cultural weight of Madrid on these occasions.


City have fewer flaws. City are a better, more coherently constructed team. But Real Madrid are Real Madrid. Here is a club capable of winning these moments simply through presence, vibes, will to power. Being Real Madrid. It is not much of a tactic. But you try doing it.

When it comes to match-ups, and indeed the area where these games will surely be settled, that sense of elite outsider-dom is dramatised best in central midfield. Kevin De Bruyne will be City’s joint longest-serving player if Fernandinho leaves at the end of the season. But De Bruyne remains an oddity too, the component in this City collective who comes closest to the role of superstar, individualist and one‑man magic bullet.

It is a studied kind of freedom. De Bruyne has licence to make riskier passes, to shoot and surge and break his own team’s lines simply because he is so good at all of these things, because doing them at this level of efficiency makes his team more likely to win.

Odd, then, to think of him as an underrated player outside these shores. Successive PFA player of the year awards are a mark of how cherished De Bruyne is in England, where it has become routine to refer to him as the best midfielder in Europe. He regularly makes those Uefa teams of the year.

But there is still something missing here, the kind of ultimacy only this stage can deliver. Does the rest of Europe really get De Bruyne? His best years have brought him an eighth, a ninth and a pair of 14ths in the Ballon d’Or standings. Uefa’s obscure statistical rankings have him as the 56th best player in the Champions League this season, a figure that demonstrates little more than its own inanity, but which is significant for one reason. Even here De Bruyne is ranked below Luka Modric and Toni Kroos, direct opponents on Tuesday night, and the most gilded central midfield pairing of the age.


De Bruyne is six years younger than Modric and 18 months younger than Kroos. He is unarguably a more rounded player than the latter. But Modric-Kroos remains the standard, the defining central midfielders of the past decade of the Champions League.

This kind of comparison can often fall apart under any kind of scrutiny. Games at this level are decided on matters such as fitness and form, tactical tweaks, luck, destiny, the efforts of others. But the fact remains that sense of ultimacy has been hard-earned.

Kroos and Modric have four Champions League medals apiece, and even now they just keep on coming. In the quarter-final second leg against Chelsea it was in central midfield that Madrid finally asserted just enough pull, albeit only once Kroos had left the pitch looking spent.

Chelsea never did quite have the craft to dominate that area, despite their physical edge. Ten minutes before Modric delivered the decisive goalscoring pass to Rodrygo Madrid’s 36‑year‑old 5ft 6in dynamo could be seen splayed on the Bernabéu turf as Ruben Loftus-Cheek veered around him like a man absent‑mindedly dodging a stray traffic cone. At that moment one feared slightly for Modric.


He winced, got up and chased back. He knows this is going to happen. His entire career has been spent as a welterweight in a land of giants. But he remains utterly plugged in, able to regulate every part of a game from tempo and passing rhythms, and to springing the kind of press City will attempt to apply with a shimmy of the hips.

De Bruyne has had his moments in this company. He strolled around Kroos and Modric in the last-16 tie between these teamstwo years ago. He is if anything a more mature, versatile presence now, a midfielder so good he can decide to pack away for a couple of months a skill others would build a career around – those forensic deep crosses from the right – in order to fill a role as a false No 9 or a central conductor.

The next week feels like a step closer to the summit; and a perfect moment for De Bruyne to show his own champions’ qualities against legacy-defining opponents.
[/article]
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Like that term, thieves in the temple.

City are quiet the under dog story, free stadium with 1.5 billion spent in conjunction with the best accountants and lawyers money can buy.
 
momoWASboss said:
From Barney Ronay’s piece in todays guardian.

[article]
Three games from the summit: now for The Cartel. It is a key element of elite football’s febrile brand of double-think that the richest club in the world can still portray themselves as underdogs, outsiders, thieves in the temple. As Manchester City contemplate their Champions League semi-final first leg against the imperial meringues of Real Madrid on Tuesday night, there is still that lurking sense of novelty, of an entity that is, on some level, forcing its way in from the outside.

“It is an honour to be here in the semi-final against Real Madrid,” Pep Guardiola said at his pre‑match press conference, doffing his cloth cap and presenting his chipped enamel mug for another helping of turnip soup. “In the last decade we start to be here and it is an honour. We try to do a good game.”

And so here they come, the nowhere boys: beating down the mahogany-panelled doors of the shadowy elite, cartwheeling across the dining tables like sky blue Spice Girls – and doing all this mainly by spending €433m a year on salaries, hiring the greatest coach in the world, setting their lawyers against anyone in their path and trying to join a super league.

It should be noted that Manchester City’s supporters have largely dropped the cartel stuff over the past year. It is a logical move given City have tried and failed to join an anti-sport cartel of their own. The European Super League may have stalled under the weight of its own tin-eared incompetence but it remains a handy guide to how the super-rich really feel about stitch-ups and closed shops. Deeply unhappy when they are left out of one. But absolutely delighted to be included.

It is on the pitch that the Citizens versus Royals dynamic still has some way to travel. City may be favourites for this competition. They may have the most powerfully balanced group of players in European football. But the fact remains that not one member of the current squad has ever won the Champions League (Real have at least a dozen former winners). And even in its current ageing iteration there is something gloriously, stupidly compelling about the optics, the enrage, the cultural weight of Madrid on these occasions.


City have fewer flaws. City are a better, more coherently constructed team. But Real Madrid are Real Madrid. Here is a club capable of winning these moments simply through presence, vibes, will to power. Being Real Madrid. It is not much of a tactic. But you try doing it.

When it comes to match-ups, and indeed the area where these games will surely be settled, that sense of elite outsider-dom is dramatised best in central midfield. Kevin De Bruyne will be City’s joint longest-serving player if Fernandinho leaves at the end of the season. But De Bruyne remains an oddity too, the component in this City collective who comes closest to the role of superstar, individualist and one‑man magic bullet.

It is a studied kind of freedom. De Bruyne has licence to make riskier passes, to shoot and surge and break his own team’s lines simply because he is so good at all of these things, because doing them at this level of efficiency makes his team more likely to win.

Odd, then, to think of him as an underrated player outside these shores. Successive PFA player of the year awards are a mark of how cherished De Bruyne is in England, where it has become routine to refer to him as the best midfielder in Europe. He regularly makes those Uefa teams of the year.

But there is still something missing here, the kind of ultimacy only this stage can deliver. Does the rest of Europe really get De Bruyne? His best years have brought him an eighth, a ninth and a pair of 14ths in the Ballon d’Or standings. Uefa’s obscure statistical rankings have him as the 56th best player in the Champions League this season, a figure that demonstrates little more than its own inanity, but which is significant for one reason. Even here De Bruyne is ranked below Luka Modric and Toni Kroos, direct opponents on Tuesday night, and the most gilded central midfield pairing of the age.


De Bruyne is six years younger than Modric and 18 months younger than Kroos. He is unarguably a more rounded player than the latter. But Modric-Kroos remains the standard, the defining central midfielders of the past decade of the Champions League.

This kind of comparison can often fall apart under any kind of scrutiny. Games at this level are decided on matters such as fitness and form, tactical tweaks, luck, destiny, the efforts of others. But the fact remains that sense of ultimacy has been hard-earned.

Kroos and Modric have four Champions League medals apiece, and even now they just keep on coming. In the quarter-final second leg against Chelsea it was in central midfield that Madrid finally asserted just enough pull, albeit only once Kroos had left the pitch looking spent.

Chelsea never did quite have the craft to dominate that area, despite their physical edge. Ten minutes before Modric delivered the decisive goalscoring pass to Rodrygo Madrid’s 36‑year‑old 5ft 6in dynamo could be seen splayed on the Bernabéu turf as Ruben Loftus-Cheek veered around him like a man absent‑mindedly dodging a stray traffic cone. At that moment one feared slightly for Modric.


He winced, got up and chased back. He knows this is going to happen. His entire career has been spent as a welterweight in a land of giants. But he remains utterly plugged in, able to regulate every part of a game from tempo and passing rhythms, and to springing the kind of press City will attempt to apply with a shimmy of the hips.

De Bruyne has had his moments in this company. He strolled around Kroos and Modric in the last-16 tie between these teamstwo years ago. He is if anything a more mature, versatile presence now, a midfielder so good he can decide to pack away for a couple of months a skill others would build a career around – those forensic deep crosses from the right – in order to fill a role as a false No 9 or a central conductor.

The next week feels like a step closer to the summit; and a perfect moment for De Bruyne to show his own champions’ qualities against legacy-defining opponents.
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Ronay got something wrong in the piece though. One player of City's squad has a Champions League medal and Scott Carson got it playing for us.
 
More fumage cos I’ve fuck all else to do.

[article]Apologies if this has been mentioned before but that Liverpool song to “I feel fine”annoyed the life out of me last weekend and is doing the same to me today.
[/article]
[article]Looking like we’ll have to win every game because, it’s quite clear the officials have been briefed to keep this 1 point gap alive

It’s absolutely criminal what these fuckers get away with week in week out
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They only scored 2 goals and both in the 2nd half.
Still, doesn’t surprise me that Liverpool are getting a tongue bath.

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[article]These fuckers have a license to do anything from now until the end of the season and no action will be taken. The prem league want it going to the final day with a preferred Liverpool win, too obvious
[/article]
[article]Livarpool and VAR, a match made in heaven or a seedy back alley near premier league HQ or the old dock road
[/article]
[article]BBC News at 10pm showing the premiership trophy with red ribbons on. Couldn’t make it up
[/article]
 
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