ON A clear and gorgeous Friday night John Gibbons is joined by Mike Girling, Gareth Roberts and Adam Smith to talk about frustrating goings on at Anfield on Wednesday night.
In part 2 they are joined by Mat Kendrick of the Birmingham Mail to discuss the season so far for Aston Villa, and in part 3 the lads try and figure out what on earth Liverpool can do to win a game of football.
Direct Link – PODCAST: HEROES OR VILLAINS
Inspired by Troutbeck Red post on another article
I remember when Brendan first strolled in
His Curriculum Vitae was mighty thin
Armed with bound dossier and all
A new chapter for the club Liverpool
His first conference was bold
Put the Director of Football on hold
And Ian Ayre in his place
Could he join the pantheon of greats?
Spoke with courage and conviction
Made us believe fact not fiction
After the King had been savaged
A new chapter was to be managed
Signed the Welsh Xavi
Though no longer had Xabi
Alonso, seemed so long ago
All about control of the ball
For those watching in black and white
The team with the ball is Liverpool
Recycling and pressing, death by football
Recovering from the withdrawal
Though the start was mediocre
The style and heart, gave us hope for
A new dawn
To a Liverpool once spawned
And born to attack
We saw youth allowed to flourish
Cos our Manager had the courage
In January came Coutinho and Sturridge
The plan we see, rival teams demolished
Quality of the football acknowledged
Leaving ground happy and nourished
Then came Luis Suarez!
We could not get enough of the red nets bulging
Right before our eyes the football was evolving
Going for the jugular straight from the centre circle
This Liverpool team will hurt you
Slice through the artery carotid
This Liverpool team is horrid!
Tottenham Bleed out!
Arsenal Bleed out!
Everton Bled out!
Heads severed carnage
Men turned to boys
The scent of death is in the air
Victory secured and there’s 45 mins spare!
The movement was poetic
Stood top of the table totemic
The best football in the land, Europe and beyond
Then fate waved its magic wand
A crushing blow,
Snatching defeat from the jaws of victory
Once again, nothing to sing but history
A hammer blow, punching the wind from our sail
To realize that again Liverpool would not prevail
Searing pain though laced with some pride
Saw the golden sky disappear in front of our eyes
We had reached the summit but the dream died on the Hilary step
Tears stinging mixed with hope and regret
A new season and we expect Fenway to sign the big checks
So our football team can take the last step
A giant one for Liverpudlian kind
Already things are starting to unwind
Another window of opportunity closes
Rivals rubbed it in our noses
Stench of defeat still lingers
Already bitten fingers
Negligence and Intelligence devoid
Desperation fills the void
Mavericks and unproven potential
Will prove to be inconsequential
The trauma bubbles up from under the surface
The fan base fractured, anxious and nervous
More and More have found their sole purpose
The statement of the mission
To remove Brendan Rogers from his position
At this juncture was only a puncture
Just let out a little Ayre
And 2014 could be repaired
So it went an unbeaten streak
Like 2013, but weren’t twin peaks
Performances were not sterling
Did not get the emotions stirring
The nets barely rippled
As Liverpool scored very little
Thanks to Lucas and his crowd surfing
Still no satiety give us a bigger serving
We want them to attack attack
Then at Wembley the team collapsed
Like a wall at a Belgium stadium
The flowers for the funereal we start arranging them
Because that was the day Liverpool died
Despite 5000 formations that Brendan tried
Yes my words may seem to be quite callous
Merely designed to throw you of balance
Or depict the anger, resentment and despair
As the players didn’t seem to care
On the pitch didn’t have a Scooby Doo
No brick walls would they run through
Showed no heart, commitment or desire
To walk through the burning rings of fire
The Walking Red(dead) turned up at Stoke
This chapter so painful to be rewrote
Samson and Delilah start a fiyah
And burn that performance to the ground
Bury it from the memory never to be found
But it still lurks there to this day
A haunting, unacceptable the boss must pay
Fall onto his sword like men of honour
Yet the shorty Welsh fella is a gonna?
As the wheels turn his body crushed
By the weight of the parking bus
And Mike’s body is buried in the marsh
In plastic bags in many body parts
Fenway stuck with their Man
Popped their head out of the sand
Would Flash Gordon
Get us out of the cauldron
New signings swiftly undertaken
Could the Liver bird be awaken
The Manager given cash to spend
And put the heartache till an end
United answered emphatically
West Ham and Manchester
As Brendan’s Reds fell spectacularly
Though he may walk in the hearts of men
A dead man walking like Sean Penn
I remember when his balls swung heavily
And to hear his words was heavenly
Now they don’t hang so heavy
Empty tucked up to his belly
Prolactin on the rise
The road is winding to his demise
Mid table is where we dwell
Is there heaven on earth?
Well this is living in hell
A nightmare, so we dream
A red n white Klopp and a winning team
Ancelloti and His ilk
Turn a sows ear into silk
Growing concern FSG watch the fiscal
Wil they try the short conn
And appoint O’ Driscoll.
Excellent or as Wordsworth may have put it:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of redmen not daffodils;
Beside the park, beneath the trees,
Flags fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the kop near field of play:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The scarfs beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling scarfs in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure soars,
As Daniel dances when he scores .
Why did you make that rhyme? Just once, I would like to read a Scouse poem that didn’t rhyme. I read the first 3 lines and immediately realised that it was poetic and that it was going to be another god-damned rhymer.
Prediction: 4-0, they no longer have Benteke, neither do we. They’ll be rolling around on the floor laughing at our library like atmosphere while Skrtel goes on a solo run to score within 12 seconds. In a state of shock they kick off again, only to fumble as Coutinho nips in to steal the ball and scores from 47 yards. Another wayward shot from the Brazilian causes a spoon-boot clearance from their GK, into his own net. Five minutes remain, home “fans” have gone home, ref is bored and steps up to take a 30 yard free kick for a foul that never was. But like Mario, he was facing the wrong way, 4-0.
Some confusion coming across about Mike Gordon’s role. He is not a DoF or proxy DoF, he is an owner with something like a $100mill stake in the club,
There is the suggestion that Ayre and Gordon have one view on Rodgers and Henry another. This might be the case, but the stories on this look a bit weak and to set this up as a Boston/England split makes no sense as Gordon is Boston based himself.
Gordon is said to have had plenty of involvement in buying and selling so where is the confusion?
Good show guys. Only had a chance to listen to it today. Made even better by the fact we got 3 points. Loving Studge getting on the board and all that went with it. Except Viila’s goals of course, and our big hope (and love) Sakho not looking quite his commanding self for some of the game. Overall though we played quite positively, and got some reward for our endeavour.
Really enjoyed listening to you host. Good stuff mate.
I also enjoyed the interview with our friend from Villa. He’s always good value. I’m glad he’s a regular “of sorts”
I just want to comment on Melissa’s observations of BR in his pre match presser.. I thought what she said was brilliantly articulated. I experienced him in exactly the same way. I think she described that moment perfectly.
Keep up the good work!
Good show lads. The points you make about Rodgers’ future are the most interesting point and will be on many shows to come but damn it Gibbo, I wish you did let Adam view his thoughts on FSG! Haha
Haha it was late and i had tickets to a concert! I’m sure we’ll get onto it in good time. JG