“Tell the truth, it’s easiest to remember”
Enough bait was laid last week that it would be rude of me not to nibble, but there are limits. Until the editor says he wants me to write Terrace Bile or Terrace Screech from now on, I’ll keep ploughing my own sweet(ish) furrow.
Richard’s always good for a cheap laugh. He wants you to visit his website? Try it some time, especially the forum Recent Triumphs: the link to Google images of Hillsborough that appeared when we knocked them out of the cup. The call to party hard when Glazer had a stroke. The boast, which rapidly disappeared (presumably when the police got curious), about hacking into a Liverpudlian’s bank account and paying for a holiday to Bulgaria.
Class-eeeeee. None of which ever makes it into the national press obviously, unlike my outing as a provocateur in February.
Gary Neville’s still breathing by the way, despite my supernatural influence! The Mancs can say what they like and often do; that’s not my concern. Let them hang as many stained bed-sheets over as many motorway bridges as they please. Gloat about Shields, Heysel and Hillsborough if you must. We expect no better. One marvels at the cackling imbecility needed to perform such cretinous acts and think them ingenious, while at the same time swallowing a party line that it’s always the Scousers’ fault. That’s the Mancs for you: part zombie, part cyber warrior, part snitch — all hypocrite.
No, what concerns me is the continual collaboration of the UK press in promoting the image of an all-out war being conducted by one side by means of concealment (of anything they do) and embellishment (like Smith’s ambulance being ripped into 100,000 atoms).
Our own gobshites use this as an invitation to destroy since we’ve got the rep for it anyway, an invitation they quite clearly don’t need. Who knows, maybe some level of fairness and an acceptance of the overall problem could move us on towards a solution of some kind? You could die waiting for it though. Somebody will eventually.
As for Trizia it’s a good job we only beat them once a year isn’t it? That revisionist puerile tripe about Shankly being ‘bankrolled’ was pretty offensive. He raised us 30 league places to the top of the English game in four years by spending 150k. For the record Chelsea are about to give that to Michael Ballack every week. Inflation, you say? Spare me. The great man recouped almost every penny by selling 20 players and dumping a dozen more.
It must be irksome to hear Mourinho’s every achievement derided, but that’s not Shankly’s fault. LFC didn’t slap down a big cheque, Citizen Kane-style, to buy themselves a European Champion (as he modestly forgets the Porto players’ contribution).
We got our man from Huddersfield. Go figure.
The smears don’t interest me, different strokes etc. I’m intrigued by the psychology of it all. Whatever happened to ‘everyone hates us and that’s just the way we like it’?
Now it’s calls for neutral support (however ironic) and despairing attempts to dilute the achievement of OUR special one.
I shouldn’t tag Triz as stereotypical Chelsea, as she has a unique voice that I never tire of listening to — but are there signs that Jose’s siege mentality is beginning to wear everybody down?
Week after week, blow on blow. I can’t imagine what it’s like because we were never this hated. Now comes the revelation that he thought about quitting twice. The breathtaking petulance towards Liverpool, and Rafa in particular, is another sign that things are not as they ought to be for a club with back-to-back titles. Do we really bother you that much? We’re all biased, of course we are, but don’t just shoehorn your own prejudice into the argument in complete defiance of logic and fact. Like Pacino said in Glengarry Glen Ross: “tell the truth, it’s the easiest thing to remember”.
And that allows me to legitimately ask Benitez: when are you visiting Garcia in hospital? Because what he did to West Ham’s Hayden Mullins was every bit as bad as what Robben did to Reina. He paid too high a price for his actions. Watch the incident, repeat the words “violent conduct” and burn your dictionary because it’s been rewritten without our consent.
The referee and the FA were their usual intransigent selves, so pardon me for sniggering about Scolari, Rooney and Owen. There’s that damn karma again. (I’m supporting Spain anyway!)
But if there’s any sympathy going I’ll save it for the lad at a club that took 25 years to reach a final. How many more chances will Mullins get? There was an almost deafening silence from Anfield last week, not the usual shriekathon for any player denied a cup final place (especially the man who got us there). I asked last week if Liverpool would begin to emulate Chelsea’s theatrics. The lack of public support for Garcia is a hopeful sign of their excruciating embarrassment — or maybe we just plan to be a bit cuter from now on?
Not a lot to be said for the games last week. There’s a casual air to the way we’ve crept to ten consecutive victories, just the way Chelsea and United do it.
Despite West Ham and Villa equalising there was an assured look to the side and a positive reaction to adversity that simply wasn’t there two years ago. If England wants to worry about losing anybody, worry about Gerrard. His rehabilitation with the cynical Reds is almost complete. We may just have ourselves a stress-free summer this time around. Enjoy.
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