Beg to differ but;-
They were neither dominated or humiliated Steve.
The game went perfect, they went to Barcelona and came away the winning team in my book.
Watch the second half at Old Trafford next week.
I think you will see what domination and humiliation really are.
Mathos wrote:Beg to differ but;-
They were neither dominated or humiliated Steve.
The game went perfect, they went to Barcelona and came away the winning team in my book.
Watch the second half at Old Trafford next week.
I think you will see what domination and humiliation really are.
well I hope so and of course the
result was great. But the match stats will speak for themselves...something like 65 35 possession for Barca. And 20 attempts on goal (ok feeble mostly) vs maybe 7?
If that was all part of Sir Alex's game plan, well it worked a treat, but it was very painful to watch!
Is this shite going to go on forever and ever?
Had Tranmere Rovers been playing Hamilton Academicals you would have been talking about your bike rides.
Or how you have had a cup of really, really strong coffee, under carefully sought out really trying circumstances, because it implies that only really, really strong consitutions can stand up to really, really strong coffee in really trying circumstances and if you have had a really, really strong coffee in really trying circumstances and lived to tell the tale it proves how really, really superior your genes are and thus how important it is that all the young ladies should rush to your door and demand to be impregnated at your discretion.
As it stands it is just worship of Big Business, sandwich board men, the image, pinballing about and the glory of where one was born, which was actually into the arms of a midwife who smacked your bottom if you took more than 10 seconds to scream blue murder, or what one has attached one's identity to for preening purposes whilst sat on the couch munching and getting rounder and rounder.
Mathos, my friend: they easily (well, quite easily) get have scored one goal .... if they only would have tried to play a bit like they can do.
A 1:1 next week would see a Poruguese team going to the final ...
It's only a game.
A boring match, a waste of an evening, but
only a game.
And, Ronaldo is a stupid plonker.
Bad 48 hours for poor Riise, who was arrested yesterday while driving on the motorway.
Apparently, he was heading in the wrong direction.
Walter Hinteler wrote:Mathos, my friend: they easily (well, quite easily) get have scored one goal .... if they only would have tried to play a bit like they can do.
A 1:1 next week would see a Poruguese team going to the final ...
Who's that? Benfica? Lisbon?
Riise heading in the wrong direction! indeed...groan. Yes Spendy it goes on for ever.
I know Steve. I love it. I can watch anything where men are battling under a set of rules designed to reduce behaviour likely, or even possibly, to outrage the delicate sensibilities of the man on the Clapham omnibus's good lady to an absolute minimum when large amounts of money are at stake.
The whole sporting scene is wonderful. Mystical even. These big events are ceremonies. Even the grass cutting is an artwork.
It's the way you talk about it. Fans of a team stuff. You should be fans of who you have bet on. Ceremonies dedicated to Mammon should have money taking precedence over local sentimentalities.
To me is was a great match. They all are when the big money's down. You are watching men working for goodness sakes. If defences are on top that's a skill to be admired. Andy Gray took his brand of utter stupidity to new records last night I thought. He's a genius especially when he gets his tactics screen going.
Just have £200 on Barcelona next week. Know thyself. And learn to really love sport and not seeing it as an adjunct to one's own persona.
spendius wrote:I know Steve. I love it. I can watch anything where men are battling under a set of rules designed to reduce behaviour likely, or even possibly, to outrage the delicate sensibilities of the man on the Clapham omnibus's good lady to an absolute minimum when large amounts of money are at stake.
The whole sporting scene is wonderful. Mystical even. These big events are ceremonies. Even the grass cutting is an artwork.
It's the way you talk about it. Fans of a team stuff. You should be fans of who you have bet on. Ceremonies dedicated to Mammon should have money taking precedence over local sentimentalities.
To me is was a great match. They all are when the big money's down. You are watching men working for goodness sakes. If defences are on top that's a skill to be admired. Andy Gray took his brand of utter stupidity to new records last night I thought. He's a genius especially when he gets his tactics screen going.
Just have £200 on Barcelona next week. Know thyself. And learn to really love sport and not seeing it as an adjunct to one's own persona.
you know I'm tempted to say these are very wise words. But I know you would be upset....
And in any case I'm not at all sure I know what you are on about. Except money. Thats different. As the great Shankley said "football is not a matter of life and death, its more important than that". And so it is. But money is something else again. You know I really would put £200 on Barca if the odds were right and seriously I would prefer to take a £50 profit than see Utd win. You underestimate the depth of my mercenary nature. But then I dont bet...usually.
On the other hand perhaps seeing my team win is invaluable.
spendius wrote:Is this shite going to go on forever and ever?
As it stands it is just worship of Big Business, sandwich board men, the image, pinballing about and the glory of where one was born, which was actually into the arms of a midwife who smacked your bottom if you took more than 10 seconds to scream blue murder, or what one has attached one's identity to for preening purposes whilst sat on the couch munching and getting rounder and rounder.
I rather think somebody was so ugly his face was smacked as a matter of course and he was sat down on it.
Consequently he has been talking through his arse ever since.
It's football for Crying Out Loud.
Alas the game may not be dismissed as Saturday afternoon frivolity;
It contains many of the finest brains in the country;
As well as some of the thickest and nastiest little shits one is likely to encounter.
{Mathos 2008}
Yes Steve-- nice euphemism is "invaluable".
Sport is about betting. The Gov't has bet our money on the Olympic Games. The sweet FA has bet nearly a billion on the Wembley Stadium. A manager is betting when he buys a player. The sportsmen bet lives and limbs when they play. Mr Murdoch bet on his knowledge of money power to bring football into the 21st century.
I remember Mike Atherton winning Ch 4's Scoop Six whilst he was commentating on a Test Match.
The technology exists to bet on the number of runs scored off the next ball. Hence 20/20. There are millionaires sat watching the games with a laptop on their knees betting on everything as it goes and in the most complicated ways. It's the easy way of passing time for those with no ambitions left. They have found the yacht and art and motors and women to be a bit infantile. Not stirring the blood I mean after the first time.
My grandmother, bless her, would have put £200 on Barca "if the odds were right".
Bookies set the odds. I once saw a bookie at the dogs chalk up 4 to 6 about the 2 dog and they charged his stand and himself over the fence and onto the track. It won by 20 lengths. You need an army of spies to be a bookie such is the deviousness out there in the lovely English countryside of those who train racehorses. The trainers employ an army of their own. "Getters on" they are called.
We got bored with amateur sport just about the time telly got its act together. Amateurs may well try their little hearts out during the event but when you're playing matches for £40 million you try every second of the week. It's killing. Some snooker players practice 14 hours a day but once they get a million or two in the bank they get laxer and so new young players knock them off. It wasn't age that dulled the skills of Steve Davis--it was dissipation. Though age played a part I suppose.
These are dedicated men at the limits. That's never boring.
Then there's the women. Never bet on them. They vary quite a bit from week to week in their metabolisms.
Did you know that most winners of the Champions League were not in the race for their domestic title during the latter stages of it. Which statistic favours Liverpool. And they are 5 to 1.
Everton would have to win all three of their remaining games and Liverpool to lose all their three for Liverpool not to be qualified for next year. And not in the sweat for the top.
Hello, peeps.
Another bright new day has dawned.
Time for "gunfire".
Laters.
Tell me 'bout relegation in relation to teams being qualified for one league level or a lower level.
Please.
spendius wrote:Yes Steve-- nice euphemism is "invaluable".
Sport is about betting...
Indeed. But then so are many things in life. And repackaged sports come along to facilitate even more betting. You must be loving the Indian Premier League format. And you're right the little people put their 10 bob on a horse with a nice name, whilst thousands of pounds are wagered on whether some Pakistani bowler will deliver 3 wides in an over. And millions are swilling about in the illegal betting rings of the subcontinent. Look what it did for Bob Woolmer. Thats why I dont normally bet, but I would if I could nobble the dog or get the jockey to pull the horse, or arrange for some Indian bowler to take delivery of that Mercedes his extended and dirt poor family always dreamed of...for unfortunately bowling yet another wide. Bad luck that.
I just realised that what I just said constitutes intent to defraud. So I have to make it clear that I would never knowingly nobble a horse or do a favour for a sportsman or do anything illegal under the jurisdiction where I was living. But then if I was that influential, I might move around quite a bit.
Hey Steve how are you?
I am at work and thought I needed to check and see what is happening, not alot I don't think.X
dadpad wrote:Tell me 'bout relegation in relation to teams being qualified for one league level or a lower level.
Please.
I don't understand this question.
But I remember like it was yesterday, ManU getting relegated under the Scottish spiv, Tommy Dockty.
Happy days.
The reason You cant understand my question is because I don't understand how relegation occors.
Lets go back a step, and deal with my assumptions.
How many teams are there in the league the manU plays in.
Is there a "ladder" ie manU beats all the other teams in its league and ends up on top of the table.
How does the whole thing work. who plays who and why.
If a team loses consistently do they get put into a lower grade?
Black tulip wrote:Hey Steve how are you?
I am at work and thought I needed to check and see what is happening, not alot I don't think.X
no not much. well people are breathing, talking walking sleeping eating and well other things as well but you know not much.
How are you BT?. Sorry to hear you are at work. But no worries it will soon pass eh?
What you got lined up for this weekend?
