Yeah, heard that idiot saying SG should have gone for his (perfectly legitimate) arial challenge with Bale. Where do they get them?
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Yeah, heard that idiot saying SG should have gone for his (perfectly legitimate) arial challenge with Bale. Where do they get them?
The cheeky cheeky twats, have just seen MOTD2, if they think they were hard done by they are really deluded, no one mentioned the other clear pen on Coutninho right in front of them.
I hate Bale as much as anyone but that was definitely a foul. Gerrard was leading with his arm and it hits Bale in the neck. He was perhaps lucky to avoid a caution but saying he should have been sent off is over the top.
MOTD2 featured Jason Roberts and Pat Nevin - Suarez was always going to get a sour response from those two!
Yes, Nevin found it very hard, Roberts was better than I was expecting, I notice they never analysed the pen
I think he's very good indeed. And I think he'll be magnificent in the Premier League for years to come. However, it's him or Agger, not him and Agger for me. (Although I would swap Agger for him in a heartbeat.)
Agreed. He's a very good footballer.
There doesn't seem to be anything he can't do. Even the way he took his second goal showcased a strikers instinct.
Are they really saying Gerrard should have got a red? Fucking hell. It was a perfect ariel challenge, in which Gerrard won the ball. At worst, it was just a clash of heads, and play should've been restarted with a drop ball, in which Spurs should have returned possession to us. Instead the cunts get a free kick and they go and score from it.
As for their other goal, once again Bale displays another episode of blatant cheating. Holding his face without even as much as being touched there. What a hateful cunt he is. And then they go and score from that one too.
As for their other goal, once again Bale displays another episode of blatant cheating. Holding his face without even as much as being touched there. What a hateful cunt he is. And then they go and score from that one too.
Well in fairness just one nob that rang in, but I suspect he was not alone
Hey fellas, how you doin? Great night last night, ticklin' the ivories at The Bottletree, Birmingham, Alabama. Weren't my gig dudes, I'd been dragged along for my niece's 21st birthday. Now I'm a man who embraces music of every genre. I've collaborated with Joni Mitchell, Joni Joni, a face like Seabiscuit but a voice like sweet honey Mama, Sir Bob (Dylan that is, not that scruffy hombre from Water Aid), Van The Man (me and Van are like brothers man, we're always Cleaning Windows. He a Windowlene guy, me, well, I dig the Mr Muscle. The arguments we have backstage over the best is wild maaaan). My tastes span the whole musical spectrum dudes. After a night on the tiles, I spark a doobie, lay in my bed, power up my Alba separates and stick on 'Waiting For Cousteau' by Jean Michell Jarre. An hour of whales and dolphins. Out for the count fellas in seconds. I like a bit of rap as well when I'm backstage before a gig, gets the head a boppin'.
But this gig last night was not good my brothers.
Cave 9 Anniversary Show
Reunions by:
Death or El Dona
Steel City Crime
Your Loss
Brothers and Sisters
Judy Garland Death Squad
The Payoff
Alan Ogg
Ex Members of the Holy Trinity
Jim Jim Jim Jim
plus:
Ghost Mice
Droves
Food by: THE BARBECUTIONERS
My ears were being violated. Bang bang bang. Twang twang twang. Vomiting teenagers all in black. I went to the washroom and didn't spot a rogue skateboard, went flying. Lost my hat feather. Distraught dudes. Bob gave me that feather, the one he wore at The Band's Last Waltz gig.
Anyway, I'm an educator, a spreader of sweet music so in the interval I sneak onstage and bang out 'Crawfish Soirée'. Cat looks at me and mouths "Mac, no". But the moment took me and I was in MY world, my fingers gliding over the 88's. The kids loved it, lapped it up. The Welsh Elvis gets knickers thrown at him compadres. The Dr got full bottles of JD lashed on stage. Take That Tom.
Too many whiskey sours. Sore head this morning so I head to Papa Grills on 24th to get some eggs sunny side down washed down with a peaty Islay while I watch The Mighty Reds. Hey dudes, great game. I'm new to this but The Liverpool have always been my team since Ronnie James Dio from Rainbow told me about his escapades with Roger Hunt one weekend in Falaraki. W-I-L-D.
I'm not a dude who enjoys his own company so I page Joey Tempest who is in Alabama recording The Big Reunion USA. Dude says he'll be there in 5 and sure enough my man strides in right on cue, just in time for KO. To my surprise he brings along Brian Wilson. Brian is cool maaaaaaan but fucked up and he orders an Irish Coffee.
The game starts, BANG, Luis scores. Great team goal. Nice skill from the little Italian guy. Next, BANG, Stevie G slams that Gareth Bale. Brian is tucking into a HP Sauce sandwich and looks at the screen, food half hanging out of his mouth. He looked like a Mississippi Red Backed Catfish gulping for air,
"John. John" he pointed at the screen. Looked like the dude had seen a ghost.
"What is it Brian." I asked.
"It's Micky. Micky Dolenz" screamed Brian.
"Where?" I asked.
"There on the tv" he said. "The guy in the white shirt, rolling round on the floor."
I drifted back into my long lost youth and remembered being at a party with The Beachboys and The Monkees at Blondie Chapman's crib. Blondie had put up a Piñata stuffed with Purple Hearts. Brian was blindfolded and breaking more Lladro than imitation donkey. He lifted his blindfold to regain his bearings but lost his balance and fell into Micky Dolenz. Micky did the worst fake fall, reaching up, apparently to save himself, and grabbed onto the piñata which split in half. Micky lay underneath gulping the Hearts. Brian has never forgiven him.
Anyway cats, back to Papa's. Joey has gone to the toilet for a line. How he can eat salted cod after putting that up his nose I don't know. Must be a Scandinavian hard man Thor Odin thing. Brian is incoherent. I'm watching the game. Pain. 1-1. Sip my whiskey to numb the pain. Double pain. 2-1. I order an Absynth. Joey calls for help from the toilets. He's dropped an E and has got the pre high shits but can't get his spray on trousers off. I leave him to it.
S-T-E-W P-O-T. 2-2. I didn't shout Stewpot out loud because Brian would have been selling his Hawaiin shirt to Dirty Vera, Papa's resident hooker, just for an eighth of Nepalese Templeball.
Then the penalty. I expected Steven to miss. But, as cool as his slug eyebrows in a cryogenic tank (I tried a flotation tank with Neil Young once but he just kept moaning about Ontario so I left after 20 minutes) he slotted it.
I jumped. And clapped. And squealed "Yay".
But this gig last night was not good my brothers.
Cave 9 Anniversary Show
Reunions by:
Death or El Dona
Steel City Crime
Your Loss
Brothers and Sisters
Judy Garland Death Squad
The Payoff
Alan Ogg
Ex Members of the Holy Trinity
Jim Jim Jim Jim
plus:
Ghost Mice
Droves
Food by: THE BARBECUTIONERS
My ears were being violated. Bang bang bang. Twang twang twang. Vomiting teenagers all in black. I went to the washroom and didn't spot a rogue skateboard, went flying. Lost my hat feather. Distraught dudes. Bob gave me that feather, the one he wore at The Band's Last Waltz gig.
Anyway, I'm an educator, a spreader of sweet music so in the interval I sneak onstage and bang out 'Crawfish Soirée'. Cat looks at me and mouths "Mac, no". But the moment took me and I was in MY world, my fingers gliding over the 88's. The kids loved it, lapped it up. The Welsh Elvis gets knickers thrown at him compadres. The Dr got full bottles of JD lashed on stage. Take That Tom.
Too many whiskey sours. Sore head this morning so I head to Papa Grills on 24th to get some eggs sunny side down washed down with a peaty Islay while I watch The Mighty Reds. Hey dudes, great game. I'm new to this but The Liverpool have always been my team since Ronnie James Dio from Rainbow told me about his escapades with Roger Hunt one weekend in Falaraki. W-I-L-D.
I'm not a dude who enjoys his own company so I page Joey Tempest who is in Alabama recording The Big Reunion USA. Dude says he'll be there in 5 and sure enough my man strides in right on cue, just in time for KO. To my surprise he brings along Brian Wilson. Brian is cool maaaaaaan but fucked up and he orders an Irish Coffee.
The game starts, BANG, Luis scores. Great team goal. Nice skill from the little Italian guy. Next, BANG, Stevie G slams that Gareth Bale. Brian is tucking into a HP Sauce sandwich and looks at the screen, food half hanging out of his mouth. He looked like a Mississippi Red Backed Catfish gulping for air,
"John. John" he pointed at the screen. Looked like the dude had seen a ghost.
"What is it Brian." I asked.
"It's Micky. Micky Dolenz" screamed Brian.
"Where?" I asked.
"There on the tv" he said. "The guy in the white shirt, rolling round on the floor."
I drifted back into my long lost youth and remembered being at a party with The Beachboys and The Monkees at Blondie Chapman's crib. Blondie had put up a Piñata stuffed with Purple Hearts. Brian was blindfolded and breaking more Lladro than imitation donkey. He lifted his blindfold to regain his bearings but lost his balance and fell into Micky Dolenz. Micky did the worst fake fall, reaching up, apparently to save himself, and grabbed onto the piñata which split in half. Micky lay underneath gulping the Hearts. Brian has never forgiven him.
Anyway cats, back to Papa's. Joey has gone to the toilet for a line. How he can eat salted cod after putting that up his nose I don't know. Must be a Scandinavian hard man Thor Odin thing. Brian is incoherent. I'm watching the game. Pain. 1-1. Sip my whiskey to numb the pain. Double pain. 2-1. I order an Absynth. Joey calls for help from the toilets. He's dropped an E and has got the pre high shits but can't get his spray on trousers off. I leave him to it.
S-T-E-W P-O-T. 2-2. I didn't shout Stewpot out loud because Brian would have been selling his Hawaiin shirt to Dirty Vera, Papa's resident hooker, just for an eighth of Nepalese Templeball.
Then the penalty. I expected Steven to miss. But, as cool as his slug eyebrows in a cryogenic tank (I tried a flotation tank with Neil Young once but he just kept moaning about Ontario so I left after 20 minutes) he slotted it.
I jumped. And clapped. And squealed "Yay".
Never analysed Bale being a big fucking diving shithouse fanny either.
No one cares.
Yeah really. It's a picture of nothing. No one would be impressed if it had been been posted by the most loved poster on the site. And you're at the other end of the extreme.
I think someone's dog died today.
Talk about being a downer.
I come home from Liverpool excited and happy after seeing us get back from being 2-1 down.
I get some deserved stick about Downing, I take it on the chin. I try to show how Downing scored and celebrated in front of me and all I get is squonk expressing how much his vagina is itching.
Great.
Talk about being a downer.
I come home from Liverpool excited and happy after seeing us get back from being 2-1 down.
I get some deserved stick about Downing, I take it on the chin. I try to show how Downing scored and celebrated in front of me and all I get is squonk expressing how much his vagina is itching.
Great.
I for one am glad you enjoyed your day Modo. I know what it's like to travel miles and spend a fortune to see our beloved redmen. I know how sweet that journey is when we win as well. How do you think Downing played btw?
He got a bit more confidence after the goal, started to want the ball a bit more. Before that I thought he was average, not our best nor our worst player. He did well defensively throughout the game.
Tbf In the first half he was the furthest player on the pitch from where I was sitting, and there was a pillar partly blocking the view, so it was a bit difficult to see him attack.
Modo with the wenger defense.
LOL!
I'm reading reports that we got lucky. The fuck we did. They scored from opportunities created by two free kicks that shouldn't have been given, an obvious grab by Walker on Suarez that was ignored (and given Suarez's ability with free kicks lately, I'd have fancied him to have a good go at it), we should've had 4 penalties but got 1 (Walker on Coutinho; Sturridge - even though he exaggerated the fall - was tripped/kicked; the Suarez one that was given; the Vertonghen sliding tackle - we would've had the chance to kill the game with that one), yada yada.
If anything, Spurs got all the luck because the ref was shit and sided them whole heartedly. The only good things he did were how he handled the altercations between players and finally awarding one peno. I hope the Kop had sarcastically cheered him when he awarded a free kick to us. I don't see any reports saying that their second goal was a bit lucky too, got a sweet bounce off Carra's poor headed clearance and Johnson slipped at the wrong time or else he'd have been able to help cover the angle (nice finishing though).
So, the journos fuck that "we got lucky" shit. We won a hard game through some moments of quality, opportunism and poor Spurs defending rivaling ours, and then we played intelligently and defended well in the final 10 minutes after taking the lead (finally). That's what we needed to do more often to close out a game against the stronger sides. Hope we learn from that.
If anything, Spurs got all the luck because the ref was shit and sided them whole heartedly. The only good things he did were how he handled the altercations between players and finally awarding one peno. I hope the Kop had sarcastically cheered him when he awarded a free kick to us. I don't see any reports saying that their second goal was a bit lucky too, got a sweet bounce off Carra's poor headed clearance and Johnson slipped at the wrong time or else he'd have been able to help cover the angle (nice finishing though).
So, the journos fuck that "we got lucky" shit. We won a hard game through some moments of quality, opportunism and poor Spurs defending rivaling ours, and then we played intelligently and defended well in the final 10 minutes after taking the lead (finally). That's what we needed to do more often to close out a game against the stronger sides. Hope we learn from that.
I thought he was excellent and played really well. Great that he got a goal as well (Although he was a bit lucky with the nutmeg)
Downing doesn't do 'lucky' - it was intentional.
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