Poor Brendan got sacked over the phone. I suppose that beats a text message. Class oozes out of Anfield.

 

Sky Sports reporting that Liverpool say they have not yet contacted any potential candidates but they plan to have a new manager in post for 17 October v Spurs (come on Spud - smash them 5-0!) and they have no plans to appoint a caretaker manager (sorry Sammy Lee... )

Poor Brendan got sacked over the phone. I suppose that beats a text message. Class oozes out of Anfield.

That's not very nice, to be fair. I agree with you - they talk a lot about class but do not exhibit class.

Edited October 4, 201510 yr by Spudulike

There's a transfers committee at LFC. They buy players over the manager's head. Would Klopp or Ancelotti accept that?

The calibre of players they're after most probably won't be available at Liverpool. But their squad isn't that bad imo. Can could become a very decent centre mid, coutinho, sturridge and Benteke aren't bad players.

I read that too regarding the sacking being done over the phone. Classless.

I read that too regarding the sacking being done over the phone. Classless.

 

contrary to my previous post, the BBC are saying Brendan was visited at home by club Chief Exec, Ian Ayre and told the news...the decision to sack him was made before the match today, even a win would not have saved him.

I wonder if Brendan thinks the way the club handled his sacking showed character?

contrary to my previous post, the BBC are saying Brendan was visited at home by club Chief Exec, Ian Ayre and told the news...the decision to sack him was made before the match today, even a win would not have saved him.

Lot of grey area I heard of a transatlantic phone call but could just be bs. They say that but it could just be to avoid looking like it was a knee jerk decision.

A little off topic but this popped up on my "blast from the past" timeline on FB (or whatever it's called) and it made me laugh:

 

http://www.liverpoolofflicence.com/

Brenda to Sunderland surely.

The daily Telegraph strongly reporting that talks with Klopp are underway.

 

Made me laugh because this evening on Talksport every Liverpool connection, journalist, ex-player, media pundit, alleged insider came on and said it would be Carlo. And why did they say it would be Carlo?  Because, they all said that Carlo's pedigree as a player and manager - Milan, Real Madrid, PSG, Inter, Chelsea etc etc made him the only fitting choice for a BIG CLUB like Liverpool, a MASSIVE world football institution and brand. 

 

It's laughable really, seems everyone tainted with red in that city thinks they are literally the most important football club ever.

https://t.co/LoOp8LIlV8

This is the greatest thing Ive seen all year. Look at Carras face, HA

I hope they don't get Ancelotti or Klopp.

What the absolute f**k is this?  From RAWK Meltdown. I don't have any words for this.............

 

 

RAWK Meltdown

26 September at 18:11 · 

(Match Preview: Liverpool v Aston Villa)

The castle brooded darkly below the scudding clouds of night. From time to time as the winds moved the clouds, the angry yellow moon beamed down upon the highest tower where a fitful light glared defiantly outwards.

Within that topmost chamber, King Rodgers brooded darkly upon the dying embers of the fire. The moldering formation he had stuck with for so long mouldered there betwixt sparks that lit his eyes like the afterimages of shooting stars.
He looked up warily as Sir Lancelot returned from that topmost window. "The natives, sire." he spake. "They have come. Their burning torches light the way almost to the sea!"
"How fare the guards?" asked the King
"They fare well, sire. Some are at ye defence, yet. But more falter every hour as our battles stumble and wane."

The King brooded longer. Then his eyes moved to the silent spectre at his side. "Merlin!" he commanded briskly. "What do thine eyes see within those smouldering fires?"

The magician pondered briefly. Then looked up. Eyes bright with knowledge. "My Lord!" Spake the man. "Come! Let us look at the stars that mine eyes can see beyond these walls, so grim, so dark!"

So they moved to the battlements, and from there spied the torchlights seeming to lead to the sea, but the angry chants and groans could not be heard from such a lofty perch.

"Look!" Commanded the mage sternly when they were atop that ghastly peak. "Thou canst see the great stalwart!" And it was true. A bright star stood alone, defiant, proud and silent. "In front of him, thou canst see upon the left and the right two stars which stand and cover the flanks, while allowing breaks to be covered on either side." And it was true, those avenues of defence and attack burned brightly in the heavens.

"And see, My Lord." The mage gestured, light flaring from his staff, quickly extinguished. "Those two large bright staunch defenders. There! In the Centre. They work with all four as a unit and one that is formidable to behold!" and it was true. The lone, last defender stood proud with the four ahead of him like granite obsidian.

"The rest of the puzzle comes quickly, My Liege!" he gestured and to complement those four mighty stars at the back, were four stars, brighter and more colourful glaring into the night with many colours and twists of flame. "Two in the centre shall help form their backbone! Between them, they shall share defence of thine kingdom, and attack, that we can push the struggle to thine enemies, and look! Those further out shall provide waves and waves of attack and movement!" Now the nine revealed stars all shone as brightly as the sun, so that the King had to shade his eyes in their glory.

"It seems so simple now." The king mused quietly. He waved his hand and two of the brightest starts suddenly flared into light - bringing the night into day and all eleven stars shone down, their brightness dwarfing even the soon-to-be rising sun from the East. 
Far in the distance, the King could hear the crowds cheering and far away in the dark kingdom of his enemies could be heard the nervous fear of tens of thousands.

The King smiled in wonder.

I think the club has decided this a while ago, he's not done that bad but they might honestly think that with the myere we are in we could pip them to klop

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RAWK Meltdown

26 September at 18:11 · 

(Match Preview: Liverpool v Aston Villa)

The castle brooded darkly below the scudding clouds of night. From time to time as the winds moved the clouds, the angry yellow moon beamed down upon the highest tower where a fitful light glared defiantly outwards.

Within that topmost chamber, King Rodgers brooded darkly upon the dying embers of the fire. The moldering formation he had stuck with for so long mouldered there betwixt sparks that lit his eyes like the afterimages of shooting stars.

He looked up warily as Sir Lancelot returned from that topmost window. "The natives, sire." he spake. "They have come. Their burning torches light the way almost to the sea!"

"How fare the guards?" asked the King

"They fare well, sire. Some are at ye defence, yet. But more falter every hour as our battles stumble and wane."

The King brooded longer. Then his eyes moved to the silent spectre at his side. "Merlin!" he commanded briskly. "What do thine eyes see within those smouldering fires?"

The magician pondered briefly. Then looked up. Eyes bright with knowledge. "My Lord!" Spake the man. "Come! Let us look at the stars that mine eyes can see beyond these walls, so grim, so dark!"

So they moved to the battlements, and from there spied the torchlights seeming to lead to the sea, but the angry chants and groans could not be heard from such a lofty perch.

"Look!" Commanded the mage sternly when they were atop that ghastly peak. "Thou canst see the great stalwart!" And it was true. A bright star stood alone, defiant, proud and silent. "In front of him, thou canst see upon the left and the right two stars which stand and cover the flanks, while allowing breaks to be covered on either side." And it was true, those avenues of defence and attack burned brightly in the heavens.

"And see, My Lord." The mage gestured, light flaring from his staff, quickly extinguished. "Those two large bright staunch defenders. There! In the Centre. They work with all four as a unit and one that is formidable to behold!" and it was true. The lone, last defender stood proud with the four ahead of him like granite obsidian.

"The rest of the puzzle comes quickly, My Liege!" he gestured and to complement those four mighty stars at the back, were four stars, brighter and more colourful glaring into the night with many colours and twists of flame. "Two in the centre shall help form their backbone! Between them, they shall share defence of thine kingdom, and attack, that we can push the struggle to thine enemies, and look! Those further out shall provide waves and waves of attack and movement!" Now the nine revealed stars all shone as brightly as the sun, so that the King had to shade his eyes in their glory.

"It seems so simple now." The king mused quietly. He waved his hand and two of the brightest starts suddenly flared into light - bringing the night into day and all eleven stars shone down, their brightness dwarfing even the soon-to-be rising sun from the East. 

Far in the distance, the King could hear the crowds cheering and far away in the dark kingdom of his enemies could be heard the nervous fear of tens of thousands.

The King smiled in wonder.

Have they been watching the Game of Thrones thing and confused Rodgers with rogers and rogering?

 

What the absolute f**k is this?  From RAWK Meltdown. I don't have any words for this.............

 

 

RAWK Meltdown

26 September at 18:11 · 

(Match Preview: Liverpool v Aston Villa)

The castle brooded darkly below the scudding clouds of night. From time to time as the winds moved the clouds, the angry yellow moon beamed down upon the highest tower where a fitful light glared defiantly outwards.

Within that topmost chamber, King Rodgers brooded darkly upon the dying embers of the fire. The moldering formation he had stuck with for so long mouldered there betwixt sparks that lit his eyes like the afterimages of shooting stars.

He looked up warily as Sir Lancelot returned from that topmost window. "The natives, sire." he spake. "They have come. Their burning torches light the way almost to the sea!"

"How fare the guards?" asked the King

"They fare well, sire. Some are at ye defence, yet. But more falter every hour as our battles stumble and wane."

The King brooded longer. Then his eyes moved to the silent spectre at his side. "Merlin!" he commanded briskly. "What do thine eyes see within those smouldering fires?"

The magician pondered briefly. Then looked up. Eyes bright with knowledge. "My Lord!" Spake the man. "Come! Let us look at the stars that mine eyes can see beyond these walls, so grim, so dark!"

So they moved to the battlements, and from there spied the torchlights seeming to lead to the sea, but the angry chants and groans could not be heard from such a lofty perch.

"Look!" Commanded the mage sternly when they were atop that ghastly peak. "Thou canst see the great stalwart!" And it was true. A bright star stood alone, defiant, proud and silent. "In front of him, thou canst see upon the left and the right two stars which stand and cover the flanks, while allowing breaks to be covered on either side." And it was true, those avenues of defence and attack burned brightly in the heavens.

"And see, My Lord." The mage gestured, light flaring from his staff, quickly extinguished. "Those two large bright staunch defenders. There! In the Centre. They work with all four as a unit and one that is formidable to behold!" and it was true. The lone, last defender stood proud with the four ahead of him like granite obsidian.

"The rest of the puzzle comes quickly, My Liege!" he gestured and to complement those four mighty stars at the back, were four stars, brighter and more colourful glaring into the night with many colours and twists of flame. "Two in the centre shall help form their backbone! Between them, they shall share defence of thine kingdom, and attack, that we can push the struggle to thine enemies, and look! Those further out shall provide waves and waves of attack and movement!" Now the nine revealed stars all shone as brightly as the sun, so that the King had to shade his eyes in their glory.

"It seems so simple now." The king mused quietly. He waved his hand and two of the brightest starts suddenly flared into light - bringing the night into day and all eleven stars shone down, their brightness dwarfing even the soon-to-be rising sun from the East. 

Far in the distance, the King could hear the crowds cheering and far away in the dark kingdom of his enemies could be heard the nervous fear of tens of thousands.

The King smiled in wonder.

 

 

I read the words 'The castle brooded darkly below' and that was it for me, i was already laughing. It's taken me a while to get through all of that because i was laughing so much. Just trying to work out how they come up with this stuff set's me off. They are off their heads

Thank you Demba.

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RAWK Meltdown

26 September at 18:11 ·

(Match Preview: Liverpool v Aston Villa)

The castle brooded darkly below the scudding clouds of night. From time to time as the winds moved the clouds, the angry yellow moon beamed down upon the highest tower where a fitful light glared defiantly outwards.

Within that topmost chamber, King Rodgers brooded darkly upon the dying embers of the fire. The moldering formation he had stuck with for so long mouldered there betwixt sparks that lit his eyes like the afterimages of shooting stars.

He looked up warily as Sir Lancelot returned from that topmost window. "The natives, sire." he spake. "They have come. Their burning torches light the way almost to the sea!"

"How fare the guards?" asked the King

"They fare well, sire. Some are at ye defence, yet. But more falter every hour as our battles stumble and wane."

The King brooded longer. Then his eyes moved to the silent spectre at his side. "Merlin!" he commanded briskly. "What do thine eyes see within those smouldering fires?"

The magician pondered briefly. Then looked up. Eyes bright with knowledge. "My Lord!" Spake the man. "Come! Let us look at the stars that mine eyes can see beyond these walls, so grim, so dark!"

So they moved to the battlements, and from there spied the torchlights seeming to lead to the sea, but the angry chants and groans could not be heard from such a lofty perch.

"Look!" Commanded the mage sternly when they were atop that ghastly peak. "Thou canst see the great stalwart!" And it was true. A bright star stood alone, defiant, proud and silent. "In front of him, thou canst see upon the left and the right two stars which stand and cover the flanks, while allowing breaks to be covered on either side." And it was true, those avenues of defence and attack burned brightly in the heavens.

"And see, My Lord." The mage gestured, light flaring from his staff, quickly extinguished. "Those two large bright staunch defenders. There! In the Centre. They work with all four as a unit and one that is formidable to behold!" and it was true. The lone, last defender stood proud with the four ahead of him like granite obsidian.

"The rest of the puzzle comes quickly, My Liege!" he gestured and to complement those four mighty stars at the back, were four stars, brighter and more colourful glaring into the night with many colours and twists of flame. "Two in the centre shall help form their backbone! Between them, they shall share defence of thine kingdom, and attack, that we can push the struggle to thine enemies, and look! Those further out shall provide waves and waves of attack and movement!" Now the nine revealed stars all shone as brightly as the sun, so that the King had to shade his eyes in their glory.

"It seems so simple now." The king mused quietly. He waved his hand and two of the brightest starts suddenly flared into light - bringing the night into day and all eleven stars shone down, their brightness dwarfing even the soon-to-be rising sun from the East.

Far in the distance, the King could hear the crowds cheering and far away in the dark kingdom of his enemies could be heard the nervous fear of tens of thousands.

The King smiled in wonder.

^^^ word salad

Please let it be avb....pleeease...

What the absolute f**k is this? From RAWK Meltdown. I don't have any words for this.............

RAWK Meltdown

26 September at 18:11 ·

(Match Preview: Liverpool v Aston Villa)

The castle brooded darkly below the scudding clouds of night. From time to time as the winds moved the clouds, the angry yellow moon beamed down upon the highest tower where a fitful light glared defiantly outwards.

Within that topmost chamber, King Rodgers brooded darkly upon the dying embers of the fire. The moldering formation he had stuck with for so long mouldered there betwixt sparks that lit his eyes like the afterimages of shooting stars.

He looked up warily as Sir Lancelot returned from that topmost window. "The natives, sire." he spake. "They have come. Their burning torches light the way almost to the sea!"

"How fare the guards?" asked the King

"They fare well, sire. Some are at ye defence, yet. But more falter every hour as our battles stumble and wane."

The King brooded longer. Then his eyes moved to the silent spectre at his side. "Merlin!" he commanded briskly. "What do thine eyes see within those smouldering fires?"

The magician pondered briefly. Then looked up. Eyes bright with knowledge. "My Lord!" Spake the man. "Come! Let us look at the stars that mine eyes can see beyond these walls, so grim, so dark!"

So they moved to the battlements, and from there spied the torchlights seeming to lead to the sea, but the angry chants and groans could not be heard from such a lofty perch.

"Look!" Commanded the mage sternly when they were atop that ghastly peak. "Thou canst see the great stalwart!" And it was true. A bright star stood alone, defiant, proud and silent. "In front of him, thou canst see upon the left and the right two stars which stand and cover the flanks, while allowing breaks to be covered on either side." And it was true, those avenues of defence and attack burned brightly in the heavens.

"And see, My Lord." The mage gestured, light flaring from his staff, quickly extinguished. "Those two large bright staunch defenders. There! In the Centre. They work with all four as a unit and one that is formidable to behold!" and it was true. The lone, last defender stood proud with the four ahead of him like granite obsidian.

"The rest of the puzzle comes quickly, My Liege!" he gestured and to complement those four mighty stars at the back, were four stars, brighter and more colourful glaring into the night with many colours and twists of flame. "Two in the centre shall help form their backbone! Between them, they shall share defence of thine kingdom, and attack, that we can push the struggle to thine enemies, and look! Those further out shall provide waves and waves of attack and movement!" Now the nine revealed stars all shone as brightly as the sun, so that the King had to shade his eyes in their glory.

"It seems so simple now." The king mused quietly. He waved his hand and two of the brightest starts suddenly flared into light - bringing the night into day and all eleven stars shone down, their brightness dwarfing even the soon-to-be rising sun from the East.

Far in the distance, the King could hear the crowds cheering and far away in the dark kingdom of his enemies could be heard the nervous fear of tens of thousands.

The King smiled in wonder.

Great find BQ.

I am sad this thread will be coming to the scouse end with Brendan.

If he joins another club it just wont be the same

I am sad this thread will be coming to the scouse end with Brendan.

If he joins another club it just wont be the same

 

I think the only other club where he can join to achieve an almost similar magnitude of entertainment is Arsenal.

Edited October 5, 201510 yr by Zinc

Wouldn't be surprised to see Rodgers end up at Villa.

What the f**k is that post even about?!

That RAWK post transcends word salad, and has moved into Alphabetti spaghetti territory..