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We knew it would be a tricky one as the fight for their lives. They played well today.
They beat City a few weeks ago.
I think a lot of us are of the opinion that Allen and Gerrard together would be a pairing that would struggle even before this match, then he plays those two. That's what frustrates me. He's a manager for a reason but Joe Allen was injured and in poor form, it seems like a manager wearing rose tinted glasses when looking at his own signings.
Hahaha
I was actually cringing for Johnson today. He was diabolical.
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Don't think we'll see Allen play for us again this Season.
Don't think we'll see Skrtel play for us again, period.
Don't think we'll see Skrtel play for us again, period.
no complaints here
Wouldn't give a fuck if Agger didn't play for us again either, period.
Perhaps you're right and I'm underestimating the personnel problems but far from this being a knee-jerk reaction, I'm a little concerned by the naivety and the repetition of mistakes.
Have we really progressed this year?
I think it's a bit of a hard sell, particularly if we're saying that we're going to have to rip out the spine of this side and get it absolutely right in the summer.
It's harsh to blame Enrique too much today.
He saved us quite a few times and was probably our best performer on the day(even if that's not saying much).
I always think of this whenever we fuck up.
It wasn't just in attack where he was a liability at all, he was pivotal to the first two goals and he constantly made poor decisions defensively and offensively. He also looked like he was half asleep, which we've seen countless times before.
He might have come on as a player and been one of our best performers in recent months, but for a player of his age and ability, he's struggled to eradicate the errors that have littered his career.
It would be great if he could tell the manager before the game starts wheter or not he's smoked crack.
So we could start someone else who is up for it.
That said, when we're good we're fantastic, and when we're poor we are monstrously bad. Same goes for Magic.
So we could start someone else who is up for it.
That said, when we're good we're fantastic, and when we're poor we are monstrously bad. Same goes for Magic.
I see Spurs lost.... fucking great, just great.
Hey fellas, how ya'll doin'. Sorry I ain't been around these parts lately but man, I've had a wild week. As one of the sons of your fair city once wrote "Strange days indeed." The week started great. The morning after my night at Papa Grills I headed back to The Bottletree to see if I could find my feather. I ambled up to the cloakroom and spoke to a sweet young thing called Lucille and enquired if a kindly person had so happened to hand it in. She went missing dudes for what seemed an eternity but to my delight she returned, feather in hand. Man I was over the moon and handed her a dollar for my gratitude.
With a spring in my step, feeling once more complete, I flagged a taxi to the aeropuerto so I could catch my flight to Buffalo. Once I landed I made my way to my favourite bar, The Blue Monk where I hoped to catch The Liverpool match versus the Saints of Southampton. I ordered a glass of straight Jack and slumped in my chair. I felt all warm and fuzzy and looked forward to the soccer. It was about 30 minutes before KO whena rowdy bunch of dudes crashed through the door. I turned to look and sweet baby Jesus, it was Nico McBrain, Jon Bon Jovi and James Blunt.
Nico spotted me straight away. "Mac, that you? It is. Guys, it's the Dr."
"Hey fellas, what's happenin'?" I asked.
"Hey Mac, we've just called in to grab some liquor before we head off to a party in Indian country" beamed Blunt.
"Come join us" said Jon all giddy.
Sounded fun but could I give up watching The Mighty Reds to spend a weekend on a reservation?
Two hours later we were speeding across the plains, the four of us crammed in a dune buggy. On the horizon, I could make out a circle of tee-pees, smoke from a camp fire rising steadily into the sweet blue sky, vultures circling the misy mountains beyond, eyeing out their prey. As we pulled up a throng of revellers greeted us. I recognised Dolly Parton straight away, resting herself on Brian May's shoulder.
I sprang out the buggy and Nico ushered me towards the largest tee-pee. I entered and was greeted by 3 figures, sat cross legged in the centre. In the middle was the most majestic Indian I'd ever set eyes on dudes. All headress, chisseled sallow skin, puffing on a pipe. My eyes looked to his left. Sat, eyes closed was a dishevelled figure, head pointed up, face contorted in a grimace, wailing "There is a town in Ontario...."
"Neil" I shouted.
Shakey stopped dead in his tracks, stared in my direction. Then carried on crooning
"They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground...."
I turned my attention to the great Chief's left.
"Hi Mac". A friend, a real old friend, Robbie Robertson smiled at me.
"Hey Robbie" and I ran to hug my hombre.
We chatted for what seemed hours, Robbie translating for me to the Chief who was named Little Big Cowardly Custard. Then things got messy my friends, reaaaaal messy. Out came the Peyote. I was in two minds (for 2 seconds) then necked a handful.
BAM
Traces maaaaaan, traces everywhere. Nico waltzed in, Jon at his side but it seemed like there were ten of each. I reached, reached out to grab Nico but only grasped air. Nico and Jon sat down and helped themselves to the Peyote.
Soon we were talking shit man.
"I was on MBS one night" whispered Nico. "I went to an all night garage and asked for a Curly Wurly and a 5 amp fuse." He paused. "Far out. How far out is that Mac?"
"Far out." I replied.
But then the nightmarish visions began fellas and I din't like it. I turned and could see the look of fear on Nico and Jon's faces.
"What is it guys, what can you see?"
"James Blunt...." they both replied at the same time in a monotonous tone, mouths gawping "...singing 9 to 5."
The three of us shot up in unison and battled with each other to get out of the tee-pee. A strange morphing figure chased us. One minute James, the next Dolly, false titties bouncing and slapping her plump lips. I turned to look behind and James was rapidly changing into Rommell.
I ran down the road, pants down to my knees screaming "please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me!"
"It's catching up" screamed Nico.
"Where, where can we escape to I bellowed".
"Run to the hills" cried Nico
"Ohhhhhhh, we're half way there" moaned Jon
Suddenly we came across a village.
First house that I saw I wrote 'house' up on the door with a pen that magically appeared in my hand.
And I told the people who lived there they had to get out "cause my reality is realer than yours"
I peeked through the door and there was a black dog on the bed
I went to the backyard to burn my only clothes
And the dog ran out and said "you can't turn nothing into nothing is with me no more"
Well I'm no doctor but that monkey might be right
And if he is I'll be walking him my whole life
The three of us sat huddled together, naked in the yard, whimpering until the morning. We headed back to the camp but there was no-one about but I could hear a sweet sound gushing over the silent crisp air of the plains. It was Neil giving a lovely rendition of "Snooker Loopy.
"Hey Neil" I shouted. Are you going my way?
So I rode to Malibu on a dune buggy with Neil
He said "you're gonna have to drive me down on the beach if you ever want to write the real"
And I said "I'm sorry, young man what is your name again?"
Bad result my friends. Bad result.
With a spring in my step, feeling once more complete, I flagged a taxi to the aeropuerto so I could catch my flight to Buffalo. Once I landed I made my way to my favourite bar, The Blue Monk where I hoped to catch The Liverpool match versus the Saints of Southampton. I ordered a glass of straight Jack and slumped in my chair. I felt all warm and fuzzy and looked forward to the soccer. It was about 30 minutes before KO whena rowdy bunch of dudes crashed through the door. I turned to look and sweet baby Jesus, it was Nico McBrain, Jon Bon Jovi and James Blunt.
Nico spotted me straight away. "Mac, that you? It is. Guys, it's the Dr."
"Hey fellas, what's happenin'?" I asked.
"Hey Mac, we've just called in to grab some liquor before we head off to a party in Indian country" beamed Blunt.
"Come join us" said Jon all giddy.
Sounded fun but could I give up watching The Mighty Reds to spend a weekend on a reservation?
Two hours later we were speeding across the plains, the four of us crammed in a dune buggy. On the horizon, I could make out a circle of tee-pees, smoke from a camp fire rising steadily into the sweet blue sky, vultures circling the misy mountains beyond, eyeing out their prey. As we pulled up a throng of revellers greeted us. I recognised Dolly Parton straight away, resting herself on Brian May's shoulder.
I sprang out the buggy and Nico ushered me towards the largest tee-pee. I entered and was greeted by 3 figures, sat cross legged in the centre. In the middle was the most majestic Indian I'd ever set eyes on dudes. All headress, chisseled sallow skin, puffing on a pipe. My eyes looked to his left. Sat, eyes closed was a dishevelled figure, head pointed up, face contorted in a grimace, wailing "There is a town in Ontario...."
"Neil" I shouted.
Shakey stopped dead in his tracks, stared in my direction. Then carried on crooning
"They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground...."
I turned my attention to the great Chief's left.
"Hi Mac". A friend, a real old friend, Robbie Robertson smiled at me.
"Hey Robbie" and I ran to hug my hombre.
We chatted for what seemed hours, Robbie translating for me to the Chief who was named Little Big Cowardly Custard. Then things got messy my friends, reaaaaal messy. Out came the Peyote. I was in two minds (for 2 seconds) then necked a handful.
BAM
Traces maaaaaan, traces everywhere. Nico waltzed in, Jon at his side but it seemed like there were ten of each. I reached, reached out to grab Nico but only grasped air. Nico and Jon sat down and helped themselves to the Peyote.
Soon we were talking shit man.
"I was on MBS one night" whispered Nico. "I went to an all night garage and asked for a Curly Wurly and a 5 amp fuse." He paused. "Far out. How far out is that Mac?"
"Far out." I replied.
But then the nightmarish visions began fellas and I din't like it. I turned and could see the look of fear on Nico and Jon's faces.
"What is it guys, what can you see?"
"James Blunt...." they both replied at the same time in a monotonous tone, mouths gawping "...singing 9 to 5."
The three of us shot up in unison and battled with each other to get out of the tee-pee. A strange morphing figure chased us. One minute James, the next Dolly, false titties bouncing and slapping her plump lips. I turned to look behind and James was rapidly changing into Rommell.
I ran down the road, pants down to my knees screaming "please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me!"
"It's catching up" screamed Nico.
"Where, where can we escape to I bellowed".
"Run to the hills" cried Nico
"Ohhhhhhh, we're half way there" moaned Jon
Suddenly we came across a village.
First house that I saw I wrote 'house' up on the door with a pen that magically appeared in my hand.
And I told the people who lived there they had to get out "cause my reality is realer than yours"
I peeked through the door and there was a black dog on the bed
I went to the backyard to burn my only clothes
And the dog ran out and said "you can't turn nothing into nothing is with me no more"
Well I'm no doctor but that monkey might be right
And if he is I'll be walking him my whole life
The three of us sat huddled together, naked in the yard, whimpering until the morning. We headed back to the camp but there was no-one about but I could hear a sweet sound gushing over the silent crisp air of the plains. It was Neil giving a lovely rendition of "Snooker Loopy.
"Hey Neil" I shouted. Are you going my way?
So I rode to Malibu on a dune buggy with Neil
He said "you're gonna have to drive me down on the beach if you ever want to write the real"
And I said "I'm sorry, young man what is your name again?"
Bad result my friends. Bad result.
Ha, superb stuff Dr john. Superb.
For fuck's sake he only said "Ok" Fabio.
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