"I fudging hate Stoke.
Usually I just hate them in the build-up and aftermath to us playing them, but take great pleasure in other teams struggling against them. No more. Maybe it's some newly found solidarity from other teams, or maybe it's just after however many years, I resent having to watch Tony Pulis' black arts. Like Sam Allardyce on Red Bull, trying to push the envelope and tour the ugliest back alleys for any way to get through a football match. Maybe each human being has a finite amount of space in their lives they can accept Stoke being part of, and I've exceeded mine. Whatever it is, I fudging hate Stoke.
I fudging hate their alehouse tactics. I fudging hate that a Stoke shirt seems to grant players a certain immunity. I hate that because referees expect Stoke to be overly physical, that seems to allow them - in their own tiny little minds - the excuse for Stoke to be overly physical. I'm sick of their fudging back four, all of whom look like proper Rugby League Town tacos, smacking their way around the league. Wilkinson's elbows, Huth's stamp, Ryan Shawcross and his peculiar brand of footballing Jiu-Jitsu. In midfield you've got cynical bricks fudging Whitehead, who takes great pleasure in mastering the poorly timed trip, or Charlie Adam who is just tugboat slow and reckless. Top it off with that taco Waters upfront. GHod I hate him. He's got the face of a badger baiter. Just a horrible, horrible collection players.
It's not a surprise though is it? In Tony Pulis you've got a really vile manager. Him and his stupid fudging baseball cap. All his pundit mates laugh off his teams; "well if you knew Tony as a player you'd know what his teams are like" - there's a fudging reason no one knows what sort of player he was. They simply don't care to remember some lower league yard dog, and cringe that they have to watch a team in his image. I'll give Pulis some credit though, never has a manager captured the essence of a town and it's people so well in how their team plays football than Stoke. He's such a horrible, overly macho taco. The poster boy for British footballing culture, where a dive is sneaky and insidious and thus far worse than breaking a players leg with a horror tackle, elbowing someone in the face or stamping on their chest. The man has managed to usurp Mark Hughes and Sam Allardyce as the Wannabe Alpha of the league.
The fans, in amongst it all, I have some twisted sense of sympathy for. Tony Pulis' own personal Volkssturm of outcasts, trudging along every (other) week out of some misplaced sense of duty. Duty to protect their birth place. All off on a march to their death. A football death. A football death that couldn't be further removed from the one Rodgers speaks of. Off to the windy vortex of misery, void of hope. the great architecture of schadenfreude. "If we can't enjoy football then neither can you". The essence of Stoke.
Stoke. That horrible fudging verb.
1) Stoke.
To remove joy and purpose from the occasion
Tony Pulis was delighted to stoke Liverpool at the football match
Just fudge off, Stoke. Not even down the lower leagues, because if that happens some poor taco will be stuck paying to watch his team run the Stoke gauntlet, being told to 'embrace' the challenge. Nah. fudge that. fudge this idea that defeating Dr Pulis' Monster is some kind of footballing achievement. They're removed almost entirely from the sport. Stoke a horrid mixture of shotput, 11 players cynically fouling on rotation, and set pieces. That's the fudging Stoke credo right there. If it's not a set play you can't control what's happening, so you foul, and get another set play.
I'm not against physicality in football. I'm not against the odd bit of cynicism. But I'm not having the defence of Stoke. It's pure anti-football. They routintely turn up to games against any team to make sure the ball is out of play as much as possible. That is not a worthwhile tactic. Wouldn't wish it on anyone.
fudge off you oatcake munching tacos."
Deluded dipper said:I know its a touchy subject for some, I know some of us like to pretend he doesn't exist and don't get me wrong or paint me out the wrong way, I love Brendan Rodgers, but this Sunday we welcome home someone who is part of an exclusive club that only Paisley and Fagan are a part of.
A European cup winner.
He might manage a foreign team to us, so in advance, fudge you Chelsea c*nts if you are reading, you wouldn't know a good manager if he slapped you in the face.
We'll show you how you support a manager on Sunday, because we'll be supporting two on the very same day.
Rafa you are an absolute fudging legend, you took me to the best day of my life. From 3 nil down, to winning the European cup. I bawled my eyes out at half time in the Ataturk as we sang You'll Never Walk Alone, and I couldn't get hold of any water, nor coca cola, and I stood staring at the Milan fans envious of how they were winning with tears streaming down my face expecting a thrashing. A French TV channel even went to the ends of filming me, at 1-0 at 2-0 and at 3-0, in the "neutral" end. They didn't know what the fudge they were filming as we came back to 3-1 to 3-2 and to 3-3 because I was off my head and to this day Im gutted I never gave them my email to get the footage of me going pyscho. Mellor, Pongolle, Garcia, Gerrard, Smicer, Alonso, Cisse. etc
But that wasn't all you gave to us Rafa, it would be disrespectful to imply that was all, that one big final, because we went from from 1 nil down thanks to Rivaldo and Olympiakos with my mates laughing at me at 1-0 to 3-1 and through to the last 16 of the European Cup, GERRARD- YOU BEAUTY!, you took the time out to make sure that you replied to my letter that I wrote you after you were sacked, you stood up to Alex Ferguson and didn't take any brick even though it was implied you were "beyond the pale", you went as far as beating Chelsea twice in European Cup semi finals despite "JOSE" managing them, you were crucial in taking us to our highest ever points total I've seen us amass in the Premier League, and the highest win percentage I've ever seen.
And who can forget THAT FA Cup final, and THAT goal by Gerrard!?
You silently made sure after you left that you donated 96 grand to the Hillsborough justice fund, donating to help the families of the 96 fans that never came home who you were clearly thinking off when you made the decision to donate, the same people you were thinking of when you were moved to tears about at the memorial. You get us as a club. You get us.
You're a fudging legend mate and you will be recognised as such by the Kop on Sunday I'm sure of it. And you'll deserve it, totally. You'll never walk alone, because that song right, it was invented for days like Sunday. As long as I'm following your career, and as long as we have our fans who recognise what you did for our club, and how despite Hicks and Gillett tried their best to send us down the swanny or Hodgson tried to inspect particles of fudging dust, you fought with everything you had for Liverpool FC, and brought some trophies back to Anfield, so you will always be recognised.
Those dingdongheads down south, in Chelsea don't know what they have. But Valencia fans, Liverpool fans, we know just how special you are. Rafa Rafael, Rafa, Rafael, Rafa, Rafael, RAFAEL BENITEZ.
Whats the water and coca cola bit about?
I found this rant from RAWK elsewhere:
I find myself with mixed opinions. Stoke is a traditional club with strong support, while Wigan have little history and poor support. But I know which club I'd prefer to stay up.
Declaring that he's now finished at Liverpool is a little premature.
What he appeared to do today was nuts. He also won us a point at the death.
How do we deal with this guy?