The corner is cleared to Harry Kane who does a few keepy ups and volleys it from the half way line into the United goal.I don't know about you guys but I'm curious to hear what happened with the corner.
The corner is cleared to Harry Kane who does a few keepy ups and volleys it from the half way line into the United goal.I don't know about you guys but I'm curious to hear what happened with the corner.
This. I swear every thought that pops into someone’s head ends up being posted on here.How about we play the game first and reflect on this kind of stuff after?
Impossible, the cafe is full of what abouts, what if’s, woulda beens, if we would have signed, where will we end up, how long till we win the premier league, etc, etc.How about we play the game first and reflect on this kind of stuff after?
I don’t even remember who were front runners at that point for the jobThat magical night in Paris was a poisoned chalice. It's what basically made Ed Woowar decide to point Ole and waste 3 years
facts …“magical”, “that night in Paris”
we are so finished
Exactly my thought. It was cool, but the fact we re still looking at a single game against PSG of all teams as some magical moment of greatness for this club is a bit embarrassing. The biggest moment to me in European footie in the past years to me is when that prick of a ref red carded Nani after RvP and co showed Real who was boss. When we should have gone to the final. The PSG game only healed but a tiny smidgen of that pain and I haven't felt excited about our Euro performances since.“magical”, “that night in Paris”
we are so finished
This here for me.Exactly my thought. It was cool, but the fact we re still looking at a single game against PSG of all teams as some magical moment of greatness for this club is a bit embarrassing. The biggest moment to me in European footie in the past years to me is when that prick of a ref red carded Nani after RvP and co showed Real who was boss. When we should have gone to the final. The PSG game only healed but a tiny smidgen of that pain and I haven't felt excited about our Euro performances since.
Juanfield was great because I've never seen us dominate at Anfield like that. Paris is embarrassing to idolise because they should have hammered us that day.Honestly I never got the hype around things like “that night in Paris” “Juanfield” etc etc I just found it cringe AF. I don’t know maybe I just grew up during the SAF years so come to expect victories away in Europe and against our rivals.
Anyway if we win tonight, no it won’t be special we are crap and if we somehow manage to get through we will get our ass kicked in the next round. UCL is just not our level at the moment.
Tbh I’d rather we are out of Europe all together and just focus on the league.
Did we dominate? They were down to 10 men for all of the second half. They also had more attempts on goal against us despite being a man less.Juanfield was great because I've never seen us dominate at Anfield like that. Paris is embarrassing to idolise because they should have hammered us that day.
In my memory we smashed them in the first half and they barely had a kick, I had never seen us dominate like that at Anfield. Then we went 2-0 up and they had a lot of potshots. But to be fair it was a Liverpool team post Suarez under Rodgers.Did we dominate? They were down to 10 men for all of the second half. They also had more attempts on goal against us despite being a man less.
A miss save from a 99 year old Buffon with arthritis and a penalty is the stuff of legends. That was Ole's greatest moment as a manager which is understandable considering that he never won anything as a manager that wasn't amateur level“magical”, “that night in Paris”
we are so finished
I don't know about you guys but I'm curious to hear what happened with the corner.
yeah pretty much.I can see us starting aggressively, looking ok for 15 minutes then losing 5-0.
Not at the poetry stage yet, that’s when you know it’s really close.I see we’ve reached the fantasy fiction stage of our banter era.
I remember this well from Liverpool’s dry spell. This means we must be only 10-12 years from our next league title. Super.
Teary-eyed fantasies as if penned by a love-struck girl, as we drunkenly fall flat on our arses through a trap door in a group that we should have wiped the floor with.I feel sorry for the elitists who aren't capable of enjoying dramatic, though ultimately meaningless, wins in Europe.