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Can't wait for the fickle motherfuckers on here to change their tunes once again. Can't find the posts now, but I remember reading a whole bunch of posts discrediting Messi as nothing but an overhyped hoax. Martins is shit, Bellers is better, Messi is shit, Ronaldinho was never good, etc. The stuff I've been reading on these forums without commenting has bordered on the ridiculous recently. I'm sticking to General Chat.

When did Hitzfield come back from holidays ? Is he actually back with Bayern again ? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN ?

Bring me the head of...

One of the Valecia subs did something in the brawl and ran away, 2 Inter players CHASED him round the pitch, and did two huge slide tackles on him, trying to take him down. The kinda cr*p you see bullies doing in the yard at school. Yeah the scenes at the end were shocking and shameful. But how good were Los Ches though? Fucking "proper" team. No long balls whatsoever, always passing on the ground, slick footwork, weighted throughballs, confident defending, etc. Albiol and Ayala (as usual) get special mentions as well.

Setanta are bunch of cocklicking wankers.

Sounds like Martins. Coz Bellamy was hugely consistent. (haha, apologies for all to start this....) (couldn't help it.)

People are obviously forgetting all those games in which Bellers was invisible, ineffective or sent off for ridiculous reasons. Erm, and his dubious finishing abilities which the Liverpool fans now talk about. I was one of his biggest fans, but there were times when he could've stamped his authority on games in a positive manner, but failed to do so, even though he had been playing in England almost all his life. Martins has shortcomings to his games too, but he is still fresh to the Premiership, still adapting, and doing a darned good job of it. To compare the two players and saying they'd rather have Bellers would be a typical NE5 thing to say. Let the player breathe, ffs.

There's only one David Edgar :rasta: Kingston ruudbwoy, Brazil-killing rattlesnake hailing from the hardened depths of Ontario. Our solution to the fullback problem if he steps up.

Funniest thread ever. .. and the guy who said he wouldn't have Mourinho as our manager...

(sigh) If anyone wishes to read the .com report in its entirety, here it is: -------------------------------------------- Into December then and a month on from the Barrack Road implosion that was the Sheffield United game, things continue to straighten out in a vaguely pleasing manner. Scarves have been given out and although the queue for the Physio's room is bigger than the crowd goggling at Fenwicks window, good cheer and good fortune seem to have come home to roost. For parts of this game though it certainly wasn't the season of goodwill to all, with sections of the SJP crowd apparently under the impression that they'd turned up to see a pantomime and behaving accordingly. More of that later though... With the rare benefit of five full football free days, we began in decent fettle. Milner came close to testing the 'keeper and Martins looked determined to dig out a goal from somewhere - walking off at the interval having seen one saved, one just over the bar and one off the woodwork. By that point though we'd underdone our early good work and once again seemingly paid the penalty for failing to build on a deserved lead. Initially reticent, the visitors came into their own for the final 15 minutes of the first half, scored twice and could have had another couple as they suddenly cottoned on to the fact our defence was exposed and suffering from a touch of the Corporal Jones's. That was partly caused by the performance of Babayaro, who seemed to be operating in isolation and causing consternation as a consequence among Taylor and Ramage, who tried to adjust to cover only to find themselves lacking assistance from further up the field. While Butt continued in his recent lung-busting way (his standing has never been higher amongst the fans), N'Zogbia and Emre seemed averse to helping out, idling upfield with Sibierski and Martins as an emboldened Reading tried to set about us. The interval score was obviously of considerable concern, but those who booed Babayaro for his inactivity before the goal and then gave the whole team the bird as they trooped off should frankly be ashamed of themselves. Pathetic. The noticeable abuse of Babayaro continued after the break, but never to the extent reported in some quarters (there may have been a few feathers on the pitch, but I'm sure that they weren't accompanied by a vat of boiling tar). It was vaguely surprising to us that the defender was tempted away from the treatment table at all, but patently obvious that he wasn't fit. Had he not turned out though, we would have really been hard up and presumably resorted to the sulky Zog to fill in at left back. Now if anyone deserved booing tonight..... We're not excusing Babayaro's poor showing in the first half, but the evidence of our eyes shows it took him an hour to shake off his ring-rustiness before making a vital contribution in the closing stages. We just don't believe that slack-jawed arseholes in the paddocks shouting at him made the difference. We've been down this road before and as in previous times, we totally fail to understand what hounding our own players in this sort of hysterical knee-jerk manner is meant to achieve. What twisted gratification do people get from forking out to watch this stuff, then seemingly doing their best to undermine the team they profess to support? Most of those involved couldn't spell anarchy, let alone be motivated enough to try and provoke disorder and unsettle the current regime. It's no more than slack-jawed buffoonery - the malignant tendency. There's a fine line between a gut reaction and outburst when something goes wrong and a pre -meditated intention to slag players off, or indeed the whole team. Unfortunately we have a faction of "fans" at present who are ready to switch into the latter mode at the drop of a cross. Strange though that they become shy bairns when providing encouragement to the team is required - or staying in their seats until full time. Like the Bramble thing, we're not 100% sure that there's not a racially motivated angle to it all, with certain throwbacks taking advantage of the chance to indulge in some good old-fashioned baiting whenever one of our non-white players falls below a certain perceived standard. The atmosphere grew progressively more negative and a third Reading goal at that point would have doubtless had the "sack the board" faction clearing their throats and people nipping out to secure a prime spot outside the Milburn steps to get their mugs on Sky TV. If anything the Baba abuse actually had a positive effect on the crowd, as those right thinking onlookers with a sense of proportion and a memory slightly larger than the average guppy started abusing the booers. That then led to a counter protest of people actually cheering their own side on, which thankfully was taken up and within minutes had a right old din echoing round the place. Such was the turnaround that we scanned the crowd closely to see if that Vic Reeves' old assistant Les had appeared and was running through his spirit level and chives routine (don't worry if this means nothing to you...) Having never displayed the slightest talent for playing the game, we are only able to recount to you the two things that people who have worn the shirt tell us: There's no better crowd to get a lift from when things aren't going well than this one. It's a unique feeling and one which stays with you for a lifetime. There's no worse crowd to be when things are going badly than this one and they are on your back. The negativity is contagious and can simply destroy players. Work it out for yourselves. Back to the proper action and we got back on level terms thanks to a dubious penalty award, followed by a Sibierksi effort that was inexplicably ruled out. Some good positive support in the closing stages though made this an enjoyable evening and kept the interest levels up right until the end - Reading thankfully giving Leroy Lita (their cut-price version of Martins) only ten minutes in which to try and worry our defence. Emre's goal was a belter and let's face it - long, long overdue, sending everyone away in good heart and good cheer, the previous misadventures and recriminations of the evening forgotten about. We remain in a precarious position, but despite the injury blows we are starting to get back to the spirited team performances that characterized Roeder's time in charge last season - and the results are being recorded in a similar fashion. Nothing earth-shattering, but heading in the right direction. The rest of our December programme looks like a slog, with it virtually guaranteed that the wheels are going to come off somewhere when we meet a decent side on a good day, when we're under strength and under the weather. It could come at Stamford Bridge, The Reebok or even at St.James' on New Years Day. One bad result though won't undo the good work of recent weeks and shouldn't provoke hand-wringing and soul-searching. To truly appreciate and savour that great winning feeling that was evident tonight, you do have to put up with some rotten displays. People seem to have forgotten that. As the spirit, confidence and belief among the squad holds steady in the face of adversity, it's vital that those qualities don't ebb away from the terraces. If this team were sinking without trace then we couldn't argue against people vocally rubbishing them - even though we wouldn't be joining in. But if there's commitment and effort on display as we are currently seeing, we fail to accept or understand why that cannot be replicated by those who profess to "hate sunlun", but often seem to forget that they can show their affinity for Newcastle at times other than the 90 seconds after we score a goal. The away travellers among us tend to do the triumph in adversity thing quite well, it's the moaning magpie minnies closer to home who are the enemy within. As someone once said "support the Toon, it's your duty." Or stop in the house and boo the cat. Biffa ------------------------------- Pretty spot-on for the most part, me thinks.

Thread that shows true colours of some fans on here. Keep'em coming, boys. Who else should be boo?

Can't, and shouldn't, boo your own players while they're still playing, just not right. There has to be boundaries and that one is lodged in the brain of every football fan, but the thick ones simply cross it falling backwards.

Feeder club.

Oi... I sent in my votes. Did you get'em, sir?

Ello ellow. snoopy.gif How's you then?

I like sex. Is nice.

Does Luque deserve a run of games, you think?

http://soccernet.espn.go.com/columns/story?id=391593&root=england&cc=5901 Where did it all go wrong? Norman Hubbard Archive It is not that long ago - less than four years, to be precise - since Barcelona and Inter Milan visited St James' Park. Next season, it could be Barnsley and Luton, perhaps even Yeovil or Scunthorpe. The fall from the Champions League to the Championship will be rapid if Newcastle cannot escape from the Premiership's relegation zone. But where, as many have been asked over the years, did it all go wrong? LaurenceGriffiths/GettyImages Sir Bobby Robson: Otherwise known as 'Bambi' 1. Who shot Bambi? Freddy Shepherd objects to his image as serial sacker of managers. He has, he insists, only dismissed two but his reluctance to remove the first set off a chain of events culminating in Newcastle's current crisis. He was Sir Bobby Robson, the celebrated septuagenarian and a Newcastle fan who eventually managed his beloved club. Fearing the repercussions of sacking Robson ('I didn't want to be known as the man who shot Bambi'), Shepherd delayed, for the whole of the summer of 2004, before eventually making his decision. His timing was dreadful. It is easier to recruit new managers in the summer and, because of the transfer window, Robson's successor was deprived of the chance to shape his own side. Fixtures in the top five under the former England manager, Newcastle have largely lingered in the lower half of the table since. 2. 'One of the eight biggest jobs in the world' Or so said Freddy Shepherd when seeking a replacement for Robson. Ahead, it might be wondered, of whom? Bayern Munich? Inter Milan? Porto? Valencia? It was a statement that has served as shorthand for Newcastle's delusions of grandeur, especially when Shepherd only succeeded in hiring Graeme Souness - thought to be his sixth choice. It was an indication that after the botched dismissal of Robson, he had no successor in mind, and ended up with the wrong man. Souness squandered much of the £50 million he spent, and Newcastle are yet to recover. 3. The Real deal First Real Madrid were reluctant to sign defenders. Then, in a slight change of policy, they amended that to a reluctance to sign fit centre-halves. In one sense, Newcastle benefited from the sale of Jonathan Woodgate, receiving £13.4 million for a man who barely played in the subsequent two seasons. But it deprived them of their best defender and, coming shortly before the transfer deadline, an immediate replacement. Using the veteran left-back Robbie Elliott in the centre of defence was just one of the subsequent short-term fixes that failed. Newcastle have had no centre-back of comparable composure or ability since Woodgate's sale, and have seemed strangely uninterested in signing defenders. 4. Going for a (Boum)song & except Jean-Alan Boumsong. Graeme Souness' fondness for signing players from Rangers, often for seemingly excessive fees, reached its logical and disastrous conclusion with the blundering Boumsong, who cost £8 million. Put in harness with Titus Bramble, Newcastle became a byword for disastrous defending; Shay Given, whose one-man rescue acts became ever more frequent, attracted increasing sympathy for the unenviable task of playing behind Tyneside's answer to the Chuckle Brothers. And yet, even when Boumsong was offloaded to Juventus, no defender was signed, despite a current management team where featuring two former centre-backs in Glenn Roeder and Nigel Pearson. 5. More haste, less Speed Gary Speed's enduring excellence is rightly celebrated at Bolton and lamented on Tyneside. Against the wishes of many at Newcastle, perhaps including Sir Bobby Robson, Speed was sacrificed to sign Nicky Butt in 2004. It was hardly the basis for renewal in midfield though Scott Parker, belatedly, has proved a worthy successor. Instead, buying Butt seemed a public display of Newcastle's supposed status as the best of the rest, the club particularly well equipped to sign players from the elite in England. It may have proved Newcastle's wealth, but Butt's first year on Tyneside was little short of disastrous. 6. Flexing their gold card Rivals have given Newcastle's supporters the derogatory nickname 'the barcodes'. Their purchases have usually been expensive. Under Shepherd, Newcastle's willingness to buy big in foreign markets has often backfired. Albert Luque is the most prominent recent example, imported at a cost of £10 million. A reluctance to sell the Spaniard at a significant loss has lumbered them with a player who, even in their current predicament, is rarely seen on the first-team field. MatthewLewis/GettyImages Glenn Roeder: Struggling with losses, both players and matches. 7. 'Never overestimate the determination of a quiet man' To paraphrase Iain Duncan Smith. Glenn Roeder's slightly awkward demeanour makes him an unlikely leader, seemingly far better suited to lurk in the shadows. Which was what he did before Graeme Souness' sacking. Newcastle's transformation under Roeder, as caretaker-manager, was remarkable, but his initial success may have come from the simple expedient of not being Souness. But, though Martin O'Neill appeared interested in reviving the fortunes of an underachieving giant in the summer, Shepherd opted for Roeder instead, citing the popular support he had acquired because of favourable results. It ignored the evidence of Roeder's role in West Ham's relegation. While supporters blame Shepherd, Roeder has produced immodest comments such as: 'perhaps I am lucky that I have this personality that I do not put myself under pressure.' Similarly, he has insisted he never suffers from nerves. So there must be other reasons for Newcastle's failure to win& 8. Striking failures It hardly required a great deal of foresight to realise that Alan Shearer would retire. Shepherd's intended successor, Patrick Kluivert, was signed for what he had done, rather than what he would do which, at Newcastle, turned out to be very little. Newcastle's most penetrative forward, Craig Bellamy, whose incision allowed his senior strike partner to maintain a fine goalscoring record for many of his latter seasons, was sacrificed by Souness in his Faustian pact with Shearer, and left to propel Blackburn into Europe. Michael Owen, who signed for the exorbitant salary but would have preferred a return to Liverpool, has spent much of his time injured. Shola Ameobi's long-standing hip problem was long known about, and his imminent operation will reduce Newcastle to three forwards: the callow, on-loan Giuseppe Rossi, Antoine Sibierski, more mediocre midfielder than out-and-out striker, and Obafemi Martins, currently injured and some way short of his finest form in his brief Newcastle career. 9. Duff deals Much as the signing of Nicky Butt seemed designed to earn Newcastle kudos, so did the purchase of Damien Duff, reluctantly allowed to leave Chelsea. Shepherd could flaunt Newcastle's wealth by offering a far greater salary than Tottenham. The Irishman's brilliant best is yet to be seen at St James' Park; even if it is, however, it should not obscure the way Newcastle's priorities became distorted. Central defenders and strikers were their prime requirements in the summer, not another winger. 10. European Union Newcastle enjoy the status of being in Europe, to the extent that they always seem willing to enter the much-maligned Intertoto Cup. But they have seven victories in cup competitions this season (and another in a penalty shootout) as opposed to just two in the Premiership. Once again, it would appear, they struggle to prioritise correctly; soon the £40 million premium for staying in the top flight, rather than the lesser rewards for progress through the interminable stages of the UEFA Cup, could seem more significant to Shepherd. But will it be too late by then?

Quotes?

In all honesty, I would buy one, but 'tis a ripoff, especially when converted to meagre Canadian dollars plus shipping. I'm a student and salesperson, I work on commission, spend my money on so many things including rent, car insurance, gas (petrol), in artistic pursuits, and sponsoring children in Haiti. So...the point is...give me one for free.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/main.jhtml?xml=/sport/2006/11/06/sfnhan06.xml Incredible how he manages to blame the fans for that. Hehe.

I think unintentionally you have summed up the mistake we made. And which any other club should not indulge in.

Goodness me. Did anyone feel the weight of reality dropping onto them for the first time after reading these quotes? Fuckin' hell. I join the ranks of the diminished spirits, and suddenly feel very sick. Still think it's bullsh*t, tbh. COME ON YOU TOON! (I feel like a creationist conservative fighting an illogical battle - or is that something they call faith?)

Good film that You, sir, are a comedic genius. And I say that wholeheartedly.