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Now this is a class rant (from that successor forum to the long and unlamented - as fas as I'm concerned - WSAG forum):

"Let's get it right...A List of 5 for Brian Reade/Babbacoombe/Barratt/Reg/That **** Aldridge


5. You will always be wall pushing, non-apologising, own-fan-ticket-robbing, cheating, diving, whingeing, paving slab dropping, 'in bed asleep at the time' claiming, justice for Bulgarian waiters/innocent Italians denying, shite poetry loving, nonsensical bedsheet branding, faeces flinging, pocket-pissing, spousal-abusing, female beating, conspiracy theorising, arl man up the arse-kicking, Shankly-shunning, nurse-pissing, piss-drinking, pre-emptive DJ twatting, ambulance rocking, racism-denying, history revising, urinal smashing, telly-clapping, ex-player on twitter abusing, Youtube eye-swivelling, 4th is the 'new title' claiming, upside down scarf waving, shite on the wall smearing, shame lacking, offence taking, ref baiting & ref influencing hypocritical and , above all, murdering [Poor language removed].*

*No. We'll never let you forget."




That last paragraph is truly sensational. Whoever wrote that is a gentleman and a scholar.
 

Now this is a class rant (from that successor forum to the long and unlamented - as fas as I'm concerned - WSAG forum):

"Let's get it right...A List of 5 for Brian Reade/Babbacoombe/Barratt/Reg/That **** Aldridge

1. Your cup win just means your piss-streaked chamois leather gridded manager will get the chance to spunk more money on average players and you'll still finish lower than 4th. Celebrate that if you will. [Poor language removed].

2. Suarez is a cunt. You lot, however, are far bigger [Poor language removed] for defending him with your claims to be socio-linguistics experts and Zapruder tape style analysis of the handshake - if you watch it from this angle, you can see Evra's hand go back and to the left. [Poor language removed]. By the way, his league goals have cost 1.8 million a pop and you still claim he's better than Rooney, van Persie and Adebayor. [Poor language removed].

3. You have not won a victory against 'the media, the FA and their conspiracies'. Half of the media are composed of your ex-players and lifelong supporters. If it had been Everton in the 'Racist Buck-Toothed cunt' affair we would have been slaughtered, given a points deduction and you would have been given 4th place for emotional trauma. Yet you act as though Suarez is your own buck-toothed Rosa Parks. [Poor language removed].

4. Your genius of a manager, the King of the Golden Streams, has spent a fortune ensuring you won a cup every other one of the 'big four/six/seven/however many is needed to make you part of it' treats with contempt. He's also dropped 16 points at home and your 53 million strikeforce and 50 million midfield has scored THREE more goals than us in the league. Some fúcking genius. [Poor language removed].


5. You will always be wall pushing, non-apologising, own-fan-ticket-robbing, cheating, diving, whingeing, paving slab dropping, 'in bed asleep at the time' claiming, justice for Bulgarian waiters/innocent Italians denying, shite poetry loving, nonsensical bedsheet branding, faeces flinging, pocket-pissing, spousal-abusing, female beating, conspiracy theorising, arl man up the arse-kicking, Shankly-shunning, nurse-pissing, piss-drinking, pre-emptive DJ twatting, ambulance rocking, racism-denying, history revising, urinal smashing, telly-clapping, ex-player on twitter abusing, Youtube eye-swivelling, 4th is the 'new title' claiming, upside down scarf waving, shite on the wall smearing, shame lacking, offence taking, ref baiting & ref influencing hypocritical and , above all, murdering [Poor language removed].*

*No. We'll never let you forget."





epic, truly epic... you missed out one thing though. No matter how much they spend they are always relying on one man to pull their team through. It has been gerrard for about 8/9 years now, and whenever he was injured they relied purely on torres and when he went and gerrard was injured it was just suarez. Apart from the little spell when gerrard and torres played together, when was the last time they were actually a team? thats why everton are the best in the world, not coz we plummit stupid amounts of money on useless greasy geordie [Poor language removed], but because we play and fight as a team
NSNO!
 
badge man is ace. they are truly from another world some of them. one fella i work with nice guy by the way goes home and away with them, but when he goes to europe he dresses up as a preist? yet to hear a reason why of him must be something in the tea at there place.
 
I forget his name now, but they used to have some Norwegian feller in a boiler suit walking round Anfield before the match cranking up an air raid siren. No one used to bat an eyelid. He probably still does it.

They're like a circus freakshow.
 

Now this is a class rant (from that successor forum to the long and unlamented - as fas as I'm concerned - WSAG forum):

"Let's get it right...A List of 5 for Brian Reade/Babbacoombe/Barratt/Reg/That **** Aldridge

1. Your cup win just means your piss-streaked chamois leather gridded manager will get the chance to spunk more money on average players and you'll still finish lower than 4th. Celebrate that if you will. [Poor language removed].

2. Suarez is a cunt. You lot, however, are far bigger [Poor language removed] for defending him with your claims to be socio-linguistics experts and Zapruder tape style analysis of the handshake - if you watch it from this angle, you can see Evra's hand go back and to the left. [Poor language removed]. By the way, his league goals have cost 1.8 million a pop and you still claim he's better than Rooney, van Persie and Adebayor. [Poor language removed].

3. You have not won a victory against 'the media, the FA and their conspiracies'. Half of the media are composed of your ex-players and lifelong supporters. If it had been Everton in the 'Racist Buck-Toothed cunt' affair we would have been slaughtered, given a points deduction and you would have been given 4th place for emotional trauma. Yet you act as though Suarez is your own buck-toothed Rosa Parks. [Poor language removed].

4. Your genius of a manager, the King of the Golden Streams, has spent a fortune ensuring you won a cup every other one of the 'big four/six/seven/however many is needed to make you part of it' treats with contempt. He's also dropped 16 points at home and your 53 million strikeforce and 50 million midfield has scored THREE more goals than us in the league. Some fúcking genius. [Poor language removed].


5. You will always be wall pushing, non-apologising, own-fan-ticket-robbing, cheating, diving, whingeing, paving slab dropping, 'in bed asleep at the time' claiming, justice for Bulgarian waiters/innocent Italians denying, shite poetry loving, nonsensical bedsheet branding, faeces flinging, pocket-pissing, spousal-abusing, female beating, conspiracy theorising, arl man up the arse-kicking, Shankly-shunning, nurse-pissing, piss-drinking, pre-emptive DJ twatting, ambulance rocking, racism-denying, history revising, urinal smashing, telly-clapping, ex-player on twitter abusing, Youtube eye-swivelling, 4th is the 'new title' claiming, upside down scarf waving, shite on the wall smearing, shame lacking, offence taking, ref baiting & ref influencing hypocritical and , above all, murdering [Poor language removed].*

*No. We'll never let you forget."




Wow. That was ****ing epic.

*copies and pastes to red mates facebook.

Unfortunatly now I am ready to have a civil war with them where we would be horribly outnumbered and slaughtered by everyone from all over the globe. The tits. Give a **** .
 
...just in that epic rant that Davek posted, what was the "nurse p!ssing" reference in the last paragraph ???







(and is there any videos of it)
 
...just in that epic rant that Davek posted, what was the "nurse p!ssing" reference in the last paragraph ???







(and is there any videos of it)

The time: May 1977
The place: Balcony at St George's Hall
The perpetrator: Terry McDermott
The victim: some pretty young nurses on duty at the Libpool homecoming after the EC Final (one of the early ones they didn't kill anyone in)

...a bladdered Terry Mac urinates over balcony onto said pretty nurses below.

Class is permant.

Perms are classless.
 
It was epic don't get me wrong. But what is 'faeces flinging, pocket pissing' in reference to? Hope it's not Hillsboro. And also 'Shankley shunning'. They love Shanks.
 

It was epic don't get me wrong. But what is 'faeces flinging, pocket pissing' in reference to? Hope it's not Hillsboro. And also 'Shankley shunning'. They love Shanks.

Faeces flinging - the Kopites (or to be specific, the Anny Roadites in the top tier of that end) flung bags of human shit below onto United fans about four seasons back - something their own stadium safety officer condemned; pocket pissing just refers to the habits of the old Kop where there was no toilets and so the chirpy gap tooth Kopites would target someone in front to urinate in their pockets or down their legs.
 
It was epic don't get me wrong. But what is 'faeces flinging, pocket pissing' in reference to? Hope it's not Hillsboro. And also 'Shankley shunning'. They love Shanks.

Think it is in response to the club shunning him after he retired as manager

I went to the training ground at Melwood for a while. It is only down the road from where I live. But then I got the impression that it would perhaps be better if I stopped going. I felt there was some resentment – “What the hell is he doing here?†So I changed my life. I still do a bit of training to keep myself in reasonable shape and to have something to do which resembles what I used to do, and there are plenty of other places to train where I am welcomed.

I packed up going to Melwood and I also stopped going into the directors’ box at Anfield. I still go to matches, of course. I sit in the stand. I would have loved to have been invited to away matches, but I waited and waited until I became tired of waiting.

Finally, after twenty months and after Liverpool had won the League championship again, I was invited to travel with the club to Bruges for the second leg of the UEFA Cup final. I accepted, because I didn’t want anybody to think I was petty, but it came too late for my peace of mind.

I couldn’t help wondering why it had taken them so long. And I was not impressed with the arrangements they made for me in Bruges, where I was put into a different hotel to the one used by the official party. I found that quite insulting.

The invitation to Bruges could not make up for the previous twenty months, when it would have been the greatest thing in the world for me if Liverpool had been playing at Middlesbrough or Tottenham, and they had said, “Would you like to go?†I would have said, “Oh, yes, certainly I would like to.†Some of the directors invite their friends to the games. I wouldn’t have been in the way. I wouldn’t have done any harm. But I would have been associated in some way, and amongst them, and I would have been just as anxious as the manager of the team for them to win, because they were all my players.

I soon realised that Liverpool preferred me to make my own arrangements, so that’s what I started to do. I asked other clubs for tickets, sometimes when Liverpool were the visiting team and sometimes to see other teams play. And I have not been short of invitations from other clubs, either. Derby County invited me to a match, and West Ham asked me to be their guest when they played Liverpool in the FA Cup. Ron Greenwood, West Ham’s general manager, couldn’t have been nicer. We even had a meal together.

Tommy Docherty invited me to Old Trafford when Manchester United played Liverpool in a night match. Tommy invited me to have a meal with him in the restaurant at Old Trafford and we enjoyed a wonderful hour of banter before the match. Sidney Reakes, the Liverpool director, said to Tommy, “I see Bill Shankly’s here.†“Aye,†said Tommy. “He’s welcome here.â€

I might add that I count Everton amongst the clubs who have welcomed me over the last few seasons. I have been received more warmly by Everton than I have been by Liverpool.

It is scandalous and outrageous that I should have to write these things about the club I helped to build into what it is today, because if the situation had been reversed I would have invited people to games. It would have been a wonderful honour to have been made a director of Liverpool Football Club, but I don’t go round saying, “I would like to be this and that.†That’s begging – and I’m not a beggar! No, no – anything I have done and everything I have got, I have worked for.
 
Think it is in response to the club shunning him after he retired as manager

I went to the training ground at Melwood for a while. It is only down the road from where I live. But then I got the impression that it would perhaps be better if I stopped going. I felt there was some resentment – “What the hell is he doing here?†So I changed my life. I still do a bit of training to keep myself in reasonable shape and to have something to do which resembles what I used to do, and there are plenty of other places to train where I am welcomed.

I packed up going to Melwood and I also stopped going into the directors’ box at Anfield. I still go to matches, of course. I sit in the stand. I would have loved to have been invited to away matches, but I waited and waited until I became tired of waiting.

Finally, after twenty months and after Liverpool had won the League championship again, I was invited to travel with the club to Bruges for the second leg of the UEFA Cup final. I accepted, because I didn’t want anybody to think I was petty, but it came too late for my peace of mind.

I couldn’t help wondering why it had taken them so long. And I was not impressed with the arrangements they made for me in Bruges, where I was put into a different hotel to the one used by the official party. I found that quite insulting.

The invitation to Bruges could not make up for the previous twenty months, when it would have been the greatest thing in the world for me if Liverpool had been playing at Middlesbrough or Tottenham, and they had said, “Would you like to go?†I would have said, “Oh, yes, certainly I would like to.†Some of the directors invite their friends to the games. I wouldn’t have been in the way. I wouldn’t have done any harm. But I would have been associated in some way, and amongst them, and I would have been just as anxious as the manager of the team for them to win, because they were all my players.

I soon realised that Liverpool preferred me to make my own arrangements, so that’s what I started to do. I asked other clubs for tickets, sometimes when Liverpool were the visiting team and sometimes to see other teams play. And I have not been short of invitations from other clubs, either. Derby County invited me to a match, and West Ham asked me to be their guest when they played Liverpool in the FA Cup. Ron Greenwood, West Ham’s general manager, couldn’t have been nicer. We even had a meal together.

Tommy Docherty invited me to Old Trafford when Manchester United played Liverpool in a night match. Tommy invited me to have a meal with him in the restaurant at Old Trafford and we enjoyed a wonderful hour of banter before the match. Sidney Reakes, the Liverpool director, said to Tommy, “I see Bill Shankly’s here.†“Aye,†said Tommy. “He’s welcome here.â€

I might add that I count Everton amongst the clubs who have welcomed me over the last few seasons. I have been received more warmly by Everton than I have been by Liverpool.

It is scandalous and outrageous that I should have to write these things about the club I helped to build into what it is today, because if the situation had been reversed I would have invited people to games. It would have been a wonderful honour to have been made a director of Liverpool Football Club, but I don’t go round saying, “I would like to be this and that.†That’s begging – and I’m not a beggar! No, no – anything I have done and everything I have got, I have worked for.

I think this just about sums them up. Their fans will have none of it though. It kinda brings me back to the Fulham FA Cup match with the banter Riise was getting. It was all good humoured and Riise himself was laughing. You can betcha at Liverpool an Ex Everton player would get frothing foul mouthed abuse from people who taulk exactly laaak me.
 
The time: May 1977
The place: Balcony at St George's Hall
The perpetrator: Terry McDermott
The victim: some pretty young nurses on duty at the Libpool homecoming after the EC Final (one of the early ones they didn't kill anyone in)

...a bladdered Terry Mac urinates over balcony onto said pretty nurses below.

Class is permant.

Perms are classless.

Thanks Dave, I'd never heard that one.
 

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