“Couldn’t find his bum with his own two hands!”
“Missed a busload of sitters!”
“Me owld grandma coulda put that in!”
But one moment of magic,
a flick of his pony-tailed head,
and the ball’s in the back of the […]
I’ve been writing the same for a while. . .
about the FA Cup being defiled,
the opposition not taken seriously,
another manager acting imperiously. . .
Aye, he said it wouldn’t happen again,
but then he did it, […]
Whether you’re a Red or a Blue,
this is for all of Liverpool, too.
Let bygones be bygones,
bury your differences,
go and cheer them on.
Your club is not mine
but let it be the Blues in ’09!
Christopher T. George
7:00 AM: I’m riding on the Marc to D.C
in front of Sven-Göran Eriksson: the ex-
England-and-now-Mexico football coach sits
drowsing behind me (we’re facing
backwards toward Baltimore), and it
isn’t Sven but just […]
I achieve a “Who’s on First” moment”* when
I tell my Mum: “Liverpool’s playing Toulouse.”
A so-so match made special by a net-bulger
by Andriy Voronin just before the half: are
the Reds headed for the Champs […]
We couldn’t do it on the football pitch
but then we wouldn’t want to evoke
another touchline tantrum from Monsieur Whinger,
wouldn’t want him to blot the good name
of the Beautiful Game, so we let ’em win,
just to […]
Ah that’s better! Instead of the dire fold
to the Red Devils on Sunday, some fight!
The battling Reds of Liverpool are back again,
keeping us on the edge of our seats, knocking
in the goals between the poles: […]
Liverpool go down to defeat again:
another dire result as Scholes jabs
one over Reina’s parrying arm and
Ferdinand rifles in from the right
side of the penalty area. A knock-
out, one goal each half: that’s how
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