Some pressing matters...
I've been back from New Zealand, beautiful place, but there's other pressing matters to attend to, so once i've reflected on the trip, i will do a post on it.
Anyway, getting very upset and i guess this poem sums it up, beautifully done by AFC-MD from .tv forum.
WE ARE LIVERPOOL FC
The way our club was run was always unique,
We knew when to be silent and when's right to speak.
And while I'm sure that such an approach had its flaws,
I wish we'd never let these two clowns through our doors.
They promised us money, and a flashy new ground,
But that went to pot when no loans could be found.
And speaking of loans, they said 'none' when they came,
But like so many promises it turned out to be lame.
'We'll sign Snoogy Doogy, if one can be found',
But then you'll um over a defender for 4 million pounds?
Tell Rafa he can't sign who he wants on a free,
And can't even decide who stays and who leaves?
They told Rafa to focus on coaching his team,
Took the control away from him cause they had the means.
Stories of them selling were quickly denied,
But the silence was deafening on the Rafa divide.
Whenever the stories began to die down,
The flames were fanned by these PR loving clowns.
Smiling thinking back to the way Rafa 'pouted',
We'll wipe away your smiles now your agenda's been outed.
Approaching a man not fit to shine Rafa's shoes,
Bringing it out in public, what was the use?
Consulting him on football also has me intrigued,
Where's his La Liga's? His Champions League's?
I long for the days when the money didn't matter,
Money men behind the scenes so we can listen to the Rafas.
When knowledge of football was required to comment,
Not PR games from no-marks with big wallets.
But they've picked the wrong battle with the wrong folk this time,
We won't just lie down when our club's on the line.
Shanks understood the people were the heart of this club,
As did Rafa when he came for a drink down the pub.
It's not just for our manager now that we're fighting,
But for the wrongs of these two fools that we just want righting.
We know now we should have never sold out to these Yanks,
And we'll fight till it's them who are walking the plank.
We are the supporters, we've seen the joy and the pain,
We've followed our team through the wind and the rain.
Without us there's nothing, these clowns soon will see,
We are the club. We are Liverpool FC.
Always had this feeling that something like this would happen, but didn't want to think about it because everybody deserves a chance, but right now, fuck off yanks. We want you out! Funny that i'm doing this on a cny, but some things just got to be said, and it got to be said fast.
So....
Everybody huat arh, stay healthy and happy in this mouse year, and win lots and lots of money, unless you're playing against me.
Anyway, getting very upset and i guess this poem sums it up, beautifully done by AFC-MD from .tv forum.
WE ARE LIVERPOOL FC
The way our club was run was always unique,
We knew when to be silent and when's right to speak.
And while I'm sure that such an approach had its flaws,
I wish we'd never let these two clowns through our doors.
They promised us money, and a flashy new ground,
But that went to pot when no loans could be found.
And speaking of loans, they said 'none' when they came,
But like so many promises it turned out to be lame.
'We'll sign Snoogy Doogy, if one can be found',
But then you'll um over a defender for 4 million pounds?
Tell Rafa he can't sign who he wants on a free,
And can't even decide who stays and who leaves?
They told Rafa to focus on coaching his team,
Took the control away from him cause they had the means.
Stories of them selling were quickly denied,
But the silence was deafening on the Rafa divide.
Whenever the stories began to die down,
The flames were fanned by these PR loving clowns.
Smiling thinking back to the way Rafa 'pouted',
We'll wipe away your smiles now your agenda's been outed.
Approaching a man not fit to shine Rafa's shoes,
Bringing it out in public, what was the use?
Consulting him on football also has me intrigued,
Where's his La Liga's? His Champions League's?
I long for the days when the money didn't matter,
Money men behind the scenes so we can listen to the Rafas.
When knowledge of football was required to comment,
Not PR games from no-marks with big wallets.
But they've picked the wrong battle with the wrong folk this time,
We won't just lie down when our club's on the line.
Shanks understood the people were the heart of this club,
As did Rafa when he came for a drink down the pub.
It's not just for our manager now that we're fighting,
But for the wrongs of these two fools that we just want righting.
We know now we should have never sold out to these Yanks,
And we'll fight till it's them who are walking the plank.
We are the supporters, we've seen the joy and the pain,
We've followed our team through the wind and the rain.
Without us there's nothing, these clowns soon will see,
We are the club. We are Liverpool FC.
Always had this feeling that something like this would happen, but didn't want to think about it because everybody deserves a chance, but right now, fuck off yanks. We want you out! Funny that i'm doing this on a cny, but some things just got to be said, and it got to be said fast.
So....
Everybody huat arh, stay healthy and happy in this mouse year, and win lots and lots of money, unless you're playing against me.
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