Dirk Kuyt found the back of the net for the first time this season to send Manchester United crashing out of yet another competition and propel the Reds into the 5th round of the FA Cup. A header from Daniel Agger and a Park Ji-Sung effort saw the teams the heading for a replay before the Dutchman, who carried on his welcome habit of scoring against United, ran…
It’s during those last few minutes, when the clock can’t tick fast enough and you’re afraid to blink, that you begin to remember all the downright filthy things you’ve done in your life. Every piece of trash you talked, all the dastardly, despicable stuff you wouldn’t admit to in presence of God himself. In those…
I won’t lie; when I’m sick, I tend to be — in the very least — 85% meaner than normal. If you want to combine our downright embarrassing loss at the Reebok stadium on Saturday with my sinus nightmare, the beginning of the week saw me morph into one of the worst people on the…
Dirk Kuyt found the back of the net for the first time this season to send Manchester United crashing out of yet another competition and propel the Reds into the 5th round of the FA Cup. A header from Daniel Agger and a Park Ji-Sung effort saw the teams the heading for a replay before the Dutchman, who carried on his welcome habit of scoring against United, ran onto an Andy Carroll flick-on to volley home. Two massive cup meetings and two victories for Kenny Dalglish. Two successive matches with two different teams from Manchester and two victories on the bounce. Writing that sure does feel good.
Liverpool FC have increased their international presence by opening a football academy in Cairo, Egypt. This will offer many children the opportunity to learn to play the Liverpool Way.
Craig, you can go on and brush your shoulders off.
It’s during those last few minutes, when the clock can’t tick fast enough and you’re afraid to blink, that you begin to remember all the downright filthy things you’ve done in your life. Every piece of trash you talked, all the dastardly, despicable stuff you wouldn’t admit to in presence of God himself. In those dying seconds, when you’re mere moments away from a cup final, the feeling that the universe is going to choose this place in time to hand down punishment is absolutely soul crushing. You’re pouring sweat and your retina’s are shriveling, crying out for moisture. On your knees, whispering prayers to anyone or anything that will listen. It’s only the Carling Cup, you know this, but it’s no use. Your breath stops short, that hard ball of regret for every miscue in your short time here swirling like the steady drum of a washing machine. And, then you hear it. It’s been a long time coming, ages in fact. Three blows on the whistle and a billions voices singing as one; we’re going to Wembley and you’re all invited.
Hybrid match review / match preview for the weekend to follow. It’s late and I’ve been drinking again.
I won’t lie; when I’m sick, I tend to be — in the very least — 85% meaner than normal. If you want to combine our downright embarrassing loss at the Reebok stadium on Saturday with my sinus nightmare, the beginning of the week saw me morph into one of the worst people on the planet. The thought of having our midfield, the one worth more than Bolton’s entire squad combined, overrun so thoroughly was equivalent to repeatedly striking me in the head with a piece of bamboo. Now, no one can sustain a mood as dark as mine for long without going completely off the deep end, and the thought of knocking Manchester City out of the Carling Cup on Wednesday has already brightened me up considerably.
More points dropped and another head scratching, mind boggling performance from a wholly underwhelming Liverpool side. I was out most of the week, under the weather with a cold and didn’t bother with a match preview since it was only Bolton. Only Bolton? We always win against that lot, don’t we? Now, we can only laugh to hold back the tears as goals from Mark Davies, Nigel Reo-Coker and Gretar Steinsson sees Liverpool fail to capitalize on some favorable results earlier in the day.
The News Desk hates to sound smug, but all the filth and fury from the Adidas fanboys on various social media is a tad outdated, no? We posted the news that Warrior Sports would be taking over kit manufacturing duties from Adidas at the end of their current contract last April and if you didn’t read it here, you could have read it in about a million other places, which makes the story circulating that Adidas dumped us laughable at best. The deal with the emerging American sports wear giant more than doubles our current £12mil deal with the 3 stripes as well as furthers our brand synergy with the Boston Red Sox who also sport the Warrior brand on field. Now, the News Desk isn’t saying that the new kids on the pitch are going to churn out the same quality classics we’ve come to expect from Adidas, but if they’re churning out double the money then it’s hard to argue too long or hard.
Sure, you’ve read this before but Anne Williams is about 20,000 signatures short of reaching the 100,000 signature goal. If you live in the UK or carry a British passport, you can sign! Please help Anne get justice for her son Kevin. Be sure to check your email afterwards or else your signature DOES NOT COUNT.
The News Desk has asked you to sign petitions before and we’re going to keep on doing it until there’s none left to sign. Anne Williams’ son Kevin was one of the tragic victims of the Hillsborough Stadium disaster. The lad was only 15 years old when he died and his mother has been waiting 22 years for justice. The original inquest into his death, as well as those of many others from that day, was riddled with corruption and the suppression of vital evidence that has prevented those reeling from the loss of their loved ones to gain closure. Please take a few minutes out of your day to sign the petition and make sure you confirm the email that will be sent to you or else your signature will not count. The petition closes on the 19th of the month and is currently short of reaching the goal of 100,000 signatures.
If you read An Epic Swindle: 44 Months with a Pair of Cowboys, you already know the proposed stadium design was one of the early rifts between Hicks and Gillette. Early on, it was clear the club needed more seating to increase revenue to be competitive. A sensible design was mocked up in 2003 and approved. The new stadium would have increased the capacity to a sensible 60,000 with room to grow. Unfortunately, no one had the money to pay for it. Hicks and Gillette took over in 2006 and Tom Hicks shredded the plans and hired a Dallas-based firm to design a spaceship looking monstrosity.
The Hicks plans have officially been buried forever as FSG as opted to proceed with the original stadium design from 2003. Using this design means they can tweak it a bit without having to get designs re-approved by the planning people which apparently takes years…and years…and years. This really is not surprising news at all. Judging by early reports a few months ago and even comments from Tom Werner and John W. Henry, it seemed that this would be the eventual course of action. The bigger question, however, is what shall this new home be called? Naming rights are key for the development so it has to be called SOMETHING.
What do you think, Kopites? If you had your choice of sponsors, who would it be? Would it be called Pepsi Arena? McDonald’s Park? Qantas Field? The News Desk would personally go for something like Trojan Personal Massager Bowl, but the News Desk is a sick little monkey.