In deepest slumber the scent of you fulfils me. My eyes open and I reach for you. I stroke your funny shaped ears and trace your jaw line tenderly with my finger. You giggle and playfully snap at my finger, and I giggle too.
Then it all fades and my eyes open for real. You are not there. There isn’t even a dent in the pillow for you have not been there for so long now. Away for the Summer and how I missed you. Now it seems you shall not return my darling Luis.
Bitterly provoked into an uncharacteristic retaliation and your dream was in tatters – as mine is now.
I have no one to incriminate me. No back (and front) pages raging at my petty indiscretions. All I have is support for what I feel right now, from those who understand – those who love you like I do.
Did you ever love me? Did you ever love Liverpool Football club the way we do? I’m sure you did, but there’s only so much venomous bile from the media that a man can tolerate.
Yes Luis, you ARE a man. You have children. You love them. Who can forget that terrible Summer when the media reported that you said those terrible things? You turned up at the Coliseum of Caresses carrying your baby. Afraid that we would say mean things to you, so little Delfonic did shield you from potential brickbats the way only a loving child could.
It’s hard to focus on the poster of you I have on my wall. Hard to see through the tears, but the image of you glows like a movie star through the filter of moisture on my eyes. I bite myself just to prove that I can still feel. And I can.
I am crying and shaking right now as I picture you scoring glorious goal after glorious goal wearing the blue and red. At least a part of you will still be red. But they will not love you as we do. No t-shirts. No banners. No bullets in the post to your detractors.
I want to tell you that you will always walk alone from now on – but that’s not the Liverpool Way.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are. And you make it hard. Very hard.
I shake a little more.
Meanwhile over in the heavily sedated panic rooms of RAWK.....Dirk Kuyt is the flavour of the month and the cult members are basking in the reflected glory of him reaching the World Cup Semis .......
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Re: One more for Dirk Kuyt
« Reply #13 on: Today at 01:12:20 AM »
Quote from: kenworthy on Today at 12:15:50 AM
Every time I see him on the pitch I get all nostalgic and tell anyone in the room who'll listen how I wish he was still at Liverpool.
....and I thought I was the only soft [Poor language removed] over the man. Every time I see him in an orange shirt I have to tell myself he's no longer with us. I'd love to see him with a World Cup Winners medal, but it would be even better if Van Purse Strings was sent off in the semi and couldn't play in the winning team.
....However, it would appear that one or two of the cult haven't been taking their medication :-
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Re: One more for Dirk Kuyt
« Reply #11 on: Today at 12:20:01 AM »
Quote from: Anywhichwayudjan on Yesterday at 11:51:30 PM
Should never have gotten rid.
He was offered the chance to stay, but activated a clause which allowed him to leave.
« Reply #31 on: Today at 11:22:51 AM »
Yes he was the one I wanted to have a good game in that team, but you can go off someone, especially if the talk is true of van Gaal eyeing him up for his next team over here.
My kopite mates always slagged off Kuyt when he played for them, which I never understood as he always seemed to score in the big games. He scored in enough derbies ffs.
Theres rose tinted glasses on view now...some are even suggesting he should never have been sold. I think he knew he wasn't popular and tried to compensate and appease them by kicking everything that moved in derbies. I prefer to remember the horrible dirty louse by this tackle in the infamous Clattenburg Derby (when Gerrard got his mate to change yellow to red and send Tony Hibbert off)
In deepest slumber the scent of you fulfils me. My eyes open and I reach for you. I stroke your funny shaped ears and trace your jaw line tenderly with my finger. You giggle and playfully snap at my finger, and I giggle too.
Then it all fades and my eyes open for real. You are not there. There isn’t even a dent in the pillow for you have not been there for so long now. Away for the Summer and how I missed you. Now it seems you shall not return my darling Luis.
Bitterly provoked into an uncharacteristic retaliation and your dream was in tatters – as mine is now.
I have no one to incriminate me. No back (and front) pages raging at my petty indiscretions. All I have is support for what I feel right now, from those who understand – those who love you like I do.
Did you ever love me? Did you ever love Liverpool Football club the way we do? I’m sure you did, but there’s only so much venomous bile from the media that a man can tolerate.
Yes Luis, you ARE a man. You have children. You love them. Who can forget that terrible Summer when the media reported that you said those terrible things? You turned up at the Coliseum of Caresses carrying your baby. Afraid that we would say mean things to you, so little Delfonic did shield you from potential brickbats the way only a loving child could.
It’s hard to focus on the poster of you I have on my wall. Hard to see through the tears, but the image of you glows like a movie star through the filter of moisture on my eyes. I bite myself just to prove that I can still feel. And I can.
I am crying and shaking right now as I picture you scoring glorious goal after glorious goal wearing the blue and red. At least a part of you will still be red. But they will not love you as we do. No t-shirts. No banners. No bullets in the post to your detractors.
I want to tell you that you will always walk alone from now on – but that’s not the Liverpool Way.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are. And you make it hard. Very hard.
I shake a little more.
How he was never sent off for that I don't know.
In deepest slumber the scent of you fulfils me. My eyes open and I reach for you. I stroke your funny shaped ears and trace your jaw line tenderly with my finger. You giggle and playfully snap at my finger, and I giggle too.
Then it all fades and my eyes open for real. You are not there. There isn’t even a dent in the pillow for you have not been there for so long now. Away for the Summer and how I missed you. Now it seems you shall not return my darling Luis.
Bitterly provoked into an uncharacteristic retaliation and your dream was in tatters – as mine is now.
I have no one to incriminate me. No back (and front) pages raging at my petty indiscretions. All I have is support for what I feel right now, from those who understand – those who love you like I do.
Did you ever love me? Did you ever love Liverpool Football club the way we do? I’m sure you did, but there’s only so much venomous bile from the media that a man can tolerate.
Yes Luis, you ARE a man. You have children. You love them. Who can forget that terrible Summer when the media reported that you said those terrible things? You turned up at the Coliseum of Caresses carrying your baby. Afraid that we would say mean things to you, so little Delfonic did shield you from potential brickbats the way only a loving child could.
It’s hard to focus on the poster of you I have on my wall. Hard to see through the tears, but the image of you glows like a movie star through the filter of moisture on my eyes. I bite myself just to prove that I can still feel. And I can.
I am crying and shaking right now as I picture you scoring glorious goal after glorious goal wearing the blue and red. At least a part of you will still be red. But they will not love you as we do. No t-shirts. No banners. No bullets in the post to your detractors.
I want to tell you that you will always walk alone from now on – but that’s not the Liverpool Way.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are. And you make it hard. Very hard.
I shake a little more.
Lovren's been speaking out in the press, saying that 'his head's already in Liverpool' and has been openly slating Southampton. He seems like a right gobshite so he'll fit in perfectly over there.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/0/football/28183575
Lovren's been speaking out in the press, saying that 'his head's already in Liverpool' and has been openly slating Southampton. He seems like a right gobshite so he'll fit in perfectly over there.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/0/football/28183575