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by **addicted norwegian** » Mon Mar 06, 2006 7:34 pm

just read on the Norwegian website nettavisen.no, some Ronaldinho-comments before the Barca - Chelsea game. According to this source he claims that the Chelsea players deliberately tries to injure the other team`s players, and that whenever he had the ball during the first match they continously went for his legs when making a tackle. He even claims that regardless of how much money involved, he would never sign for Chelsea because of their attitude.

Just became a Ronaldinho - fan

by **greenred** » Mon Mar 06, 2006 7:52 pm

addicted norwegian wrote:Just became a Ronaldinho - fan

I loved his goal against Deportivo the other night.Free kick just outside the box.The camera focused on his eyes and you could see him lining up his shot to the inch just like a snooker player....you just knew he was gonna score,and he did.Class,sheer class.

by **addicted norwegian** » Mon Mar 06, 2006 7:57 pm

greenred wrote:
addicted norwegian wrote:Just became a Ronaldinho - fan

I loved his goal against Deportivo the other night.Free kick just outside the box.The camera focused on his eyes and you could see him lining up his shot to the inch just like a snooker player....you just knew he was gonna score,and he did.Class,sheer class.

I pray that we will see more of the sort this week

by **greenred** » Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:05 pm

Good Maureen article this morning........

The Times March 06, 2006

I predict a riot - rather too often

JOSÉ MOURINHO HAS REACHED THE stage of the blonde woman in the red dress in the party scene in Sunday Bloody Sunday. As things don’t go her way, she first picks a fight, then throws a scene and finally rips her clothes off in a melodramatic fit. An observer sighs: “Not those tired old tits again.”
Yes, José. What was once thrilling, attractive and dangerous is now the most frightful bore. It’s no longer amusing. It’s no longer even interesting. Put ’em away, José, we’ve all seen them before and we’re no longer so terribly impressed. It’s been getting on for two years, now. We have reached a state of Pout Fatigue.

I could almost have forgiven Mourinho for Saturday’s performance against Bryan Robson away to West Bromwich Albion but for the smirk. It was a moment that forfeited all sympathy. It’s all gone too far. Pout all you like from now on, strip off in the Nou Camp, but I’m no longer thrilled.

Mourinho kept the Chelsea players in the dressing-room for too long at half-time, as a piece of up-yours gamesmanship that he now seems to employ at every match he plays. I think the strain is rather getting to him. Robson, the West Bromwich manager, had words, whereupon Mourinho gave his insufferable smirk. I do what I like, you do what you must. This is because you are a lesser being, yes?

So afterwards he refused to shake Robson’s hand — is there a manager alive who has had the honour of shaking Mourinho’s hand after a match? Certainly, his politenesses are more honoured in the breach than the observance — and then, to make the point that he was Making A Point, he shook hands with all his players.

The trouble with all this is that it was only ten days since his ludicrous reaction to the woes he suffered against Barcelona — a first-leg home defeat in the Champions League. Mourinho claimed, absurdly, that Lionel Messi had faked his tumble to get a Chelsea player sent off. To make this still less sympathetic, Arjen Robben, of Chelsea, had made a grotesque dive a couple of weeks earlier. What’s more, Didier Drogba gave us yet another example of the diver’s art on Saturday.

Mourinho was good fun when he arrived: stylish, witty, ironical, clever, amusing and effective. Management is easy. Easy for me, anyway, although obviously that isn’t true for ordinary people. His poses and postures and — then strictly rationed — pouts added to the gaiety of football.

But it really doesn’t do to overplay your favourite gambit. People stop taking you seriously. They stop listening to what you are saying. If you seek to exploit shock tactics, it’s best not to employ them every week.

Mourinho, it seems, has a problem. His mind is trying to bridge the interstellar gap between his sense of what should be and a distant place known as reality. In short, Chelsea are not playing well enough to sustain Mourinho’s impossible level of self-belief.

That Champions League match against Barcelona may turn out to be a watershed occasion, a real confidence-breaker. Certainly, on Saturday he was rattled enough for self- parody. The second leg tomorrow requires a serious performance, and from the Chelsea players rather than the Chelsea manager.

A non-handshake, a press conference rant, a series of accusations against the referee or his opposing manager or his cheating opponents — we’ve had all these, and rather too often. It would be nice, would it not, if we were to talk about footballers next time Chelsea play football. But bearing in mind this will be in Barcelona, the chances are not high.

Some hints, then, for José. Cut down on the pouts. Ration yourself to one scene every six weeks. Try to give an impression that you respect more people in the world than yourself and Sir Alex Ferguson (for whom Mourinho’s devotion is largely ironical). Don’t ignore reality every single match — it’s more effective if you save these things up. Try occasionally to accuse somebody of a crime he has actually committed — it means that wild accusations would carry a bit more weight. Try to stop stealing every scene, every time you come on stage. The novelty value is wearing off.

And try, above all, to keep that red frock on. Because you are becoming your own cliché.

by **Reinas No.1 Fan** » Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:42 pm

I hate Chelskis attitude.

Maureen is the manager of a team who is going to win the league this season and could win the trebble with millions of £££££ available to him on a whim, Bryan Robson is trying to keep a stuggling west brom up, but still Maureen has to over celebrate when his team score.

For your information Maureen spending 300 million and being "The special one" and you only beat west brom 2 - 1 then my friend you have nothing to boast about.

As for the rest of the players who crowded the ref (keane neville rooney basically man utd style) they should have all been booked, Dogshit is a diving :censored:

and robben is a dirty cheating :censored:

how dare chelski apeal against that ban, they have no grounds on which to base there defense.

I hate chelski and everything they stand for I wish roman would get deported or arrested for contribting in to the bankrupting of the russian people or something like that.

I hope and prey that there is a God and he will help Barca batter chelski this week.

by **RUSHIE#9** » Mon Mar 06, 2006 10:27 pm

greenred wrote:Good Maureen article this morning........

The Times March 06, 2006

I predict a riot - rather too often

JOSÉ MOURINHO HAS REACHED THE stage of the blonde woman in the red dress in the party scene in Sunday Bloody Sunday. As things don’t go her way, she first picks a fight, then throws a scene and finally rips her clothes off in a melodramatic fit. An observer sighs: “Not those tired old tits again.”
Yes, José. What was once thrilling, attractive and dangerous is now the most frightful bore. It’s no longer amusing. It’s no longer even interesting. Put ’em away, José, we’ve all seen them before and we’re no longer so terribly impressed. It’s been getting on for two years, now. We have reached a state of Pout Fatigue.

I could almost have forgiven Mourinho for Saturday’s performance against Bryan Robson away to West Bromwich Albion but for the smirk. It was a moment that forfeited all sympathy. It’s all gone too far. Pout all you like from now on, strip off in the Nou Camp, but I’m no longer thrilled.

Mourinho kept the Chelsea players in the dressing-room for too long at half-time, as a piece of up-yours gamesmanship that he now seems to employ at every match he plays. I think the strain is rather getting to him. Robson, the West Bromwich manager, had words, whereupon Mourinho gave his insufferable smirk. I do what I like, you do what you must. This is because you are a lesser being, yes?

So afterwards he refused to shake Robson’s hand — is there a manager alive who has had the honour of shaking Mourinho’s hand after a match? Certainly, his politenesses are more honoured in the breach than the observance — and then, to make the point that he was Making A Point, he shook hands with all his players.

The trouble with all this is that it was only ten days since his ludicrous reaction to the woes he suffered against Barcelona — a first-leg home defeat in the Champions League. Mourinho claimed, absurdly, that Lionel Messi had faked his tumble to get a Chelsea player sent off. To make this still less sympathetic, Arjen Robben, of Chelsea, had made a grotesque dive a couple of weeks earlier. What’s more, Didier Drogba gave us yet another example of the diver’s art on Saturday.

Mourinho was good fun when he arrived: stylish, witty, ironical, clever, amusing and effective. Management is easy. Easy for me, anyway, although obviously that isn’t true for ordinary people. His poses and postures and — then strictly rationed — pouts added to the gaiety of football.

But it really doesn’t do to overplay your favourite gambit. People stop taking you seriously. They stop listening to what you are saying. If you seek to exploit shock tactics, it’s best not to employ them every week.

Mourinho, it seems, has a problem. His mind is trying to bridge the interstellar gap between his sense of what should be and a distant place known as reality. In short, Chelsea are not playing well enough to sustain Mourinho’s impossible level of self-belief.

That Champions League match against Barcelona may turn out to be a watershed occasion, a real confidence-breaker. Certainly, on Saturday he was rattled enough for self- parody. The second leg tomorrow requires a serious performance, and from the Chelsea players rather than the Chelsea manager.

A non-handshake, a press conference rant, a series of accusations against the referee or his opposing manager or his cheating opponents — we’ve had all these, and rather too often. It would be nice, would it not, if we were to talk about footballers next time Chelsea play football. But bearing in mind this will be in Barcelona, the chances are not high.

Some hints, then, for José. Cut down on the pouts. Ration yourself to one scene every six weeks. Try to give an impression that you respect more people in the world than yourself and Sir Alex Ferguson (for whom Mourinho’s devotion is largely ironical). Don’t ignore reality every single match — it’s more effective if you save these things up. Try occasionally to accuse somebody of a crime he has actually committed — it means that wild accusations would carry a bit more weight. Try to stop stealing every scene, every time you come on stage. The novelty value is wearing off.

And try, above all, to keep that red frock on. Because you are becoming your own cliché.

Here! Here!

Every word is a true one. When Moanrinho first came to the british football fans attention I imagine was in the champions league against Manure. His antics of running the length of the touchline when porto scored no doubt brought a smirk to every fans face except the mancs. It was unusual to see a manager do this and as it was against our most despised opponents we all laughed but to see the same kind of antics every time he appears in public is growing tiresome. I'm not going to go off on a rant about our friend MAUREENHO as that is what the attention seeking little snot bubble wants.
He says nobody respects him and his team - well no we don't Maureen 'cos you have to earn respect and buying a couple of trophies and acting a complete TIT doesn't earn you respect. Having a bit of humility and holding your hands up every now and again saying the better team won helps gain you some respect. Having a team that is prepared to fight it's way out of a sticky situation using it's footballing ability gets you respect and not using dirty tricks and mind games.
You can go back over the years and name a myriad of great players, teams and managers that have had massive success whether you like 'em or not and can say well they deserve respect for what they did.
we may not like to say it but any true footie fan has to say that Alex Ferguson deserves some respect for what he's achieved in his career - even if he is starting to make a bit of a fool of himself at times lately.
Arsene Wenger deserves respect for creating a team that went a whole season without being defeated and still playing some fantastic football whilst doing so. The whole ar.senal team desrves respect as well for that achievement.
I suppose the closest thing there was 20 years ago to Maureen was Cloughie. Now without wanting to speak ill of the dead we al know that at times cloughie was more than adept at making an idiot of himself but he was deserved respect from fans of football for winning the european cup 2 times with an unfashionable team - and not having masses of money to spend to do it.

I haven't brought any of the liverpool teams or managers into this as undoubtedly as liverpool fans we are going to respect them more than anything.

A word of advice that needs to be given to MAUREEN is that remember you'll still get all of the media attention that camera whore's like yorself want even when you don't have manufacture the attention yourself. Have a bit of humility when the result goes against you and say 'We were beaten by the better team' or if you've been unlucky just say 'we were unlucky today but we will carry on and think about the next game'. 'Cos at the end of the day the less you cry wolf the more believable it will be when you do have an axe to grinde.
(Wow i'm full of cold

but it's making me surprisingly philosophical) .

by **The Manhattan Project** » Mon Mar 06, 2006 11:06 pm

Chelsea are "new money".

Like that chav binman who won the lottery.

Lots of cash, no class.

by **drummerphil** » Tue Mar 07, 2006 11:36 pm

bye bye

by **metalhead** » Tue Mar 07, 2006 11:51 pm

drummerphil wrote:bye bye

Ronaldihnio ripped them apart!

by **TheoRacle** » Wed Mar 08, 2006 12:06 am

Did anyone catch the slap in the face Maureen gave Puyol as he walked down the tunnel before the match started? Puyol was stunned and gave him this 'wtf? -did that really happen' look over his shoulder as Maureen walked off. The man's a complete to$$er.

I don't think it was a penalty either...

by **greenred** » Wed Mar 08, 2006 12:08 am

Yeah i saw that.Puyol didnt look too impressed.

by **Ciggy** » Wed Mar 08, 2006 12:20 am

greenred wrote:Good Maureen article this morning........

The Times March 06, 2006

I predict a riot - rather too often

JOSÉ MOURINHO HAS REACHED THE stage of the blonde woman in the red dress in the party scene in Sunday Bloody Sunday. As things don’t go her way, she first picks a fight, then throws a scene and finally rips her clothes off in a melodramatic fit. An observer sighs: “Not those tired old tits again.”
Yes, José. What was once thrilling, attractive and dangerous is now the most frightful bore. It’s no longer amusing. It’s no longer even interesting. Put ’em away, José, we’ve all seen them before and we’re no longer so terribly impressed. It’s been getting on for two years, now. We have reached a state of Pout Fatigue.

I could almost have forgiven Mourinho for Saturday’s performance against Bryan Robson away to West Bromwich Albion but for the smirk. It was a moment that forfeited all sympathy. It’s all gone too far. Pout all you like from now on, strip off in the Nou Camp, but I’m no longer thrilled.

Mourinho kept the Chelsea players in the dressing-room for too long at half-time, as a piece of up-yours gamesmanship that he now seems to employ at every match he plays. I think the strain is rather getting to him. Robson, the West Bromwich manager, had words, whereupon Mourinho gave his insufferable smirk. I do what I like, you do what you must. This is because you are a lesser being, yes?

So afterwards he refused to shake Robson’s hand — is there a manager alive who has had the honour of shaking Mourinho’s hand after a match? Certainly, his politenesses are more honoured in the breach than the observance — and then, to make the point that he was Making A Point, he shook hands with all his players.

The trouble with all this is that it was only ten days since his ludicrous reaction to the woes he suffered against Barcelona — a first-leg home defeat in the Champions League. Mourinho claimed, absurdly, that Lionel Messi had faked his tumble to get a Chelsea player sent off. To make this still less sympathetic, Arjen Robben, of Chelsea, had made a grotesque dive a couple of weeks earlier. What’s more, Didier Drogba gave us yet another example of the diver’s art on Saturday.

Mourinho was good fun when he arrived: stylish, witty, ironical, clever, amusing and effective. Management is easy. Easy for me, anyway, although obviously that isn’t true for ordinary people. His poses and postures and — then strictly rationed — pouts added to the gaiety of football.

But it really doesn’t do to overplay your favourite gambit. People stop taking you seriously. They stop listening to what you are saying. If you seek to exploit shock tactics, it’s best not to employ them every week.

Mourinho, it seems, has a problem. His mind is trying to bridge the interstellar gap between his sense of what should be and a distant place known as reality. In short, Chelsea are not playing well enough to sustain Mourinho’s impossible level of self-belief.

That Champions League match against Barcelona may turn out to be a watershed occasion, a real confidence-breaker. Certainly, on Saturday he was rattled enough for self- parody. The second leg tomorrow requires a serious performance, and from the Chelsea players rather than the Chelsea manager.

A non-handshake, a press conference rant, a series of accusations against the referee or his opposing manager or his cheating opponents — we’ve had all these, and rather too often. It would be nice, would it not, if we were to talk about footballers next time Chelsea play football. But bearing in mind this will be in Barcelona, the chances are not high.

Some hints, then, for José. Cut down on the pouts. Ration yourself to one scene every six weeks. Try to give an impression that you respect more people in the world than yourself and Sir Alex Ferguson (for whom Mourinho’s devotion is largely ironical). Don’t ignore reality every single match — it’s more effective if you save these things up. Try occasionally to accuse somebody of a crime he has actually committed — it means that wild accusations would carry a bit more weight. Try to stop stealing every scene, every time you come on stage. The novelty value is wearing off.

And try, above all, to keep that red frock on. Because you are becoming your own cliché.

Excellent article cheers GR that is spot on,
plus Ive only ever seen a manager ousted through bad results he is getting good results but his own agenda and ego could oust him out of Chelsea football club and away from the England scene for ever.

by **laza** » Wed Mar 08, 2006 6:18 am

So much money , still no class and no Champions league trophy either

by **Judge** » Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:14 am

laza wrote:So much money , still no class and no Champions league trophy either

if we must, mourinho can buy a ticket and view the cl trophy permanently on display at lfc

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