Walk on
I wish I'd clipped the Fiver's comments about Liverpool's chances of besting Juventus in the Champions league.
Liverpool are through after a strong showing in Turin today. Bring on effing Chelsea in the semis. This will likely be the end of the road, but how sweet would it be to knock off the southern fairies Chelski.
YNWA!!!!!
Liverpool are through after a strong showing in Turin today. Bring on effing Chelsea in the semis. This will likely be the end of the road, but how sweet would it be to knock off the southern fairies Chelski.
YNWA!!!!!
posted by Robert_M at 3:52 PM
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The Fiver's funny retraction of sorts;
LIVERPOOL FOOTBALL CLUB: AN APOLOGY
In various recent articles entitled 'The Fiver' we have cast erroneous
aspersions as to the efficacy of Liverpool Football Club's employees.
Because of an unfortunate production error, we suggested that players
like Djimi Traore and Igor Biscan were not fit to shank the ball out
of Hackney Marshes, let alone the Stadio Delle Alpi. We may have also
given the impression that Liverpool were going out of Big Cup. We
apologise for our mistake and the mound of bilious emails it may have
inadvertently engendered.
We would also like to congratulate Liverpool because, fair play, last
night's stirring vi- sorry, stirring 0-0 draw in Turin was as
serenely accomplished a defensive performance as we have seen from an
English side since Glenn Hoddle took his boys to Rome in 1997. That
Liverpool drew was not such a shock; that they barely gave Juventus a
chance with five - at best six - of Benitez's first XI was
revelatory. Steven Gerrard may still be the man in his head, but
Liverpool look just fine without him.
Now they face Chelsea, and for once the Fiver can whiff something
other than funky cheese. Sod's Law, in fact. Chelsea have the wood on
Liverpool, you see; they also have a better team, a better squad, a
better manager, a more slappable chief executive. But the same was
true of Arsenal against Chelsea last season (except the slappability
factor). Rafa Benitez would never say it, but Liverpool are three
games from greatness. So we take it all back. We guzzle humble pie
off Weird Uncle Fiver's erect nipples with masochistic zeal. We were
wrong. It's a fair Kop. (Honk!) But, come on, be honest. You didn't
fancy them either, did you?
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