Apparently the reason is that some less intelligent Chelsea fans hold him responsible for Matthew Harding's untimely death.
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Suppose you have a physicist and a sociologist standing at the side of a field, observing a set of events unfolding on the field. The physicist does [describes] it using the terminology of mass and velocity and frequency of radiation and the rest. And the sociologist does it by describing it as a rugby match.
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Suppose you have a physicist and a sociologist standing at the side of a field, observing a set of events unfolding on the field. The physicist does [describes] it using the terminology of mass and velocity and frequency of radiation and the rest. And the sociologist does it by describing it as a rugby match.
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re : the Spackman Entrance and all the controversy around it with Nigel's comments
Oh, its true alright lads.....you couldn't make that **** up.
Seriously have you ever seen a 'bigger' example of small club mentality. This kind of crap, along with the flags etc............................seriously Traitor ? What have you done ?"I will make the boys feel your support"
Jurgen Klopp June 2020
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Originally posted by Shaggy View PostChopper Harris?
Oh FFS. Chopper.

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Suppose you have a physicist and a sociologist standing at the side of a field, observing a set of events unfolding on the field. The physicist does [describes] it using the terminology of mass and velocity and frequency of radiation and the rest. And the sociologist does it by describing it as a rugby match.
May the Lord bless this post.
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From The Evening Standard
For all those who love baaaad journalism. Haven't read such a pile of cock for ages
Chelsea won the chants but Liverpool banners stole it
Dan Jones Dan Jones
7 Feb 2011
You'll never walk alone, belched the rheum-eyed lad, swaying gently in the flatulent gusts of an afternoon breeze, outside the Chelsea store by Stamford Bridge. As he hit the first-syllable minim on 'never' he thrust out an arm, at the end of which was a can of something cold and tasty.
The tall bloke walking past him ducked just in time and only barely avoided wearing it on his temple.
Needless to say, this cheerful tunesmith was not a Liverpool fan. He was a well-lunched joker in blue, co-opting the Kop hymn for easy rofls. We took your man and now we'll have your song. How's that for a pair of kicks to the you-know-wheres?
You had Torres. We got Torres. That was the only thing that seemed to count before kick-off in yesterday's one-goal tractor pull at the Bridge.
Half the kids of SW6 seemed to be in the streets, with box-fresh Torres shirts in shoulder-slung plastic bags.
Even the nice lady collecting chump change in a charity bucket was wearing a home-made Fernando rosette. For all the other subtexts and storylines offered by the Premier League's craziest weekend in years, there were 50 million reasons why this match was still the Big One.
Whatever you think about a market running such a crazy unregulated bubble as football is right now, having watched even a half-cocked Torres play in a blue shirt there's no gainsaying this: as a statement of the club's power and values, buying him was the biggest, boldest and wildest act yet undertaken during the Abramovich years.
Winding up the opposition with balls-out flagrance is Chelsea's schtick. This is that policy pushed harder than ever.
It felt for much of yesterday's match that it would work once again. The stadium announcer introduced the 50-mill man to a dual chorus - half-delighted acclamation, half-derisive jeers.
When Torres trotted out for warm-up, both ends of the filling ground went ape.
The home fans unfurled their El Nino banners and sang the new recruit's name. In the away section of the Shed there were howls of rage. A Scouser dressed in grey leaned over the ad hoardings, bent double at the waist and beat the senseless metal with both fists, like a horny gorilla.
The game, as it unfolded, was a tactical battle between Carlo Ancelotti's new Fernando Formation and Kenny Dalglish's robustly effective 1990s redux 5-3-2. It featured plenty of unpretty delving and midfield moil. It did not feature much in the way of what the kids call silks.
The battle for the atmosphere was simpler. It was a stand-up row. All game long the two sets of supporters traded wails and songs. "Chelsea rent boy," sang the travelling support at you-know-whom. "Champions!" brayed the home fans, in simple, inarguable riposte. "You ain't got no history!" howled the Scousers. But we've got your striker, came the reply, in several different iterations.
If Chelsea had the answers in the trial by song, then it was Liverpool who came prepared with the better banners. "Breaking news: you paid 50mil for Margi Clarke," was the best of them, if more for its well-executed Sky-ticker design than its cryptic Corrie pop culture reference. Other banners waxed righteous: "He who betrays will always walk alone".
One hit the interesting chord of mawkish, Biblical and just plain sinister, all at once: "Once a red/In our hearts/You are dead/Lying Judas."
Talk about a hullabaloo. Amid all of it sat a player, albeit one whose scratchy and peripheral performance suggested that he is still unfit. (If he was disinterested on a debut like this, then Chelsea really have been sold a turkey.) The Torres cock-mockery eventually ended when he was substituted after 66 minutes. During that time he had two reasonable chances, converted neither and looked pretty much what he is: a new player in a side working out how to accommodate him alongside two other world-class strikers.
The minute the Torres show ended, a new one began. A Petr Cech blooper, a simple Raul Meireles tap-in, and Chelsea's whole afternoon was suddenly looking very wonky.
The Liverpool fans started singing "You should have stayed at a big club." It wasn't pretty.
As the winded Chelsea fans kept schtum, the travelling Kop kept up the monkey business. One of their number got onto the pitch and ran the full length of it before the embarrassed stewards managed to pin him down and start yanking at his limbs. That was the last smear of drama in a hectic match that hurt Torres's new fans just as much as it delighted his jilted exes.
On 85 minutes Chelsea's fans started draining for the stairwells. As the home support melted, the Liverpool fans sang, to a man, "You'll never walk alone." They may not have got their striker back but they'd reclaimed their most famous song.
Chelsea will wonder how T-Day ended up going down like this. £50m for that? To be honest, it doesn't bear thinking about. Carlo and Fernando have their work cut out. The rest of us can only shrug and think: there come along these days when the gods just want to stiff you.

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just had a bluenose on the phone who starts of with "****in davie moyes got slaughtered for what you ****e did yesterday" not an ounce of bitterness although I couldn`t tell due to the sound of his knuckles scraping the floor as most bitters seem to do anyway I asked what he was on about as he started rambling on about them being called a small time club amongst other bits of ****e but eventually got off him that we had gone to chelsea and put 10 men behind the ball for 90 mins going for a nil nil and now we all think kenny is some kind of tactical genius and was totally convinced about it
Oh I say his vision there was lovely
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I genuinely know someone called Richard Head. I don't know where he lives though.Originally posted by BJC View PostI tried to write the same thing as a comment to that bull****... but the Mail and Standard never print my comments.
and yet they allow "richard head, knobsvile" to make a comment representing us!.
Suppose you have a physicist and a sociologist standing at the side of a field, observing a set of events unfolding on the field. The physicist does [describes] it using the terminology of mass and velocity and frequency of radiation and the rest. And the sociologist does it by describing it as a rugby match.
May the Lord bless this post.
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Originally posted by BJC View PostI tried to write the same thing as a comment to that bull****... but the Mail and Standard never print my comments.
and yet they allow "richard head, knobsvile" to make a comment representing us!



I think they've added yours now anyway.Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’
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