Lando_Griffin wrote:Bam wrote:Its funny how you cannot question or critise the manager without being lablelled a greedy little fecker who doesnt deserve to see Liverpool win anything.
Is this some kind of thing where your proving how great a supporter you are be agreeing with every decision Rafa's made, you know it doesnt make you a superior supporter in any way shape or form, more of an idiot. If you cant come up you're own opinion and reasoned debate.
I bet any money that Rafa ISNT happy with the dropped points at home to Fulham, West Ham and Hull. He wont be fooled into thinking everything is cushdy, I reckon alarm bells will have started ringing with him because of the fact we cant kill teams off who dont even cost a quarter of the price our squad does.
Ah, the "Trinity" is complete...
I'd have thought it would take a complete buffoon, sorely lacking a brain to fail to realise that I am one opinionated Mother F*cker.
(But I'll let you off that one, seeing as we're such close friends, Bammy...)
I haven't once said that Rafa is "happy" with the dropped points. In fact, I haven't even touched upon what Rafa might think about them. I am not happy that we have lost points, I am not happy that my curry was cold by the time I got home, I am not happy that I have to work later, I am not happy that I am not in the slightest bit tired, and I am not happy that Kate Beckinsale is no doubt in bed with another man and not me.
However. I do see the brighter side of the situation.
1.) I will still buy from the same curry house next time, safe in the knowledge that these things happen even to the best of us. Plus, it wasn't bad, anyway.
2.) I will not jack my job in, as even though at times it doesn't go according to plan, it's worth it in the end as it pays my bills, and keeps a roof over my head.
3.) Tomorrow is another day, and the sleep I don't get tonight will be caught up tomorrow.
4.) Even though she is probably lying with some poxy b*stard, one day there is a minute chance that she will realise the error of her ways, and leap fanny-first upon my mouth, with the promise of life-long sexual bliss muffled by her inner thighs.
The price of a squad, eh? I bet Chelsea were gutted when they lost to us...