Points deduction looms for Liverpool

[Dedworth]

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/teams/l/liverpool/9074311.stm

Liverpool are likely to face a nine-point deduction if parent company Kop Holdings goes into administration.

League rules say a deduction can be applied if a parent company insolvency is caused by the club's management.

Sources suggest owners Tom Hicks and George Gillett would struggle to argue that the running of the football club has not affected the holding company.

Liverpool could enter administration if a sale to the owners of the Boston Red Sox is not completed by 15 October.

If Hicks and Gillett manage to block a £300m takeover of the club by New England Sports Ventures (NESV), their holding company could be put into administration by the Royal Bank of Scotland as a result of their £280m debts.

[Pete/London]

Good, bring it on, then maybe all these clubs will stop paying ridiculas wages to average talent. The world cup showed up most of the players,English and foreign.Football will be the 2011 equivalent of the banking crisis.
Harking back to the early 60s, Spurs forward Bobby Smith used to get a bus to the home games and winger Cliff Jones used to run a butchers shop, and that`s when they won the double and the first British team to win a european trophy.

[Dedworth]

Good, bring it on, then maybe all these clubs will stop paying ridiculas wages to average talent. The world cup showed up most of the players,English and foreign.Football will be the 2011 equivalent of the banking crisis.
Harking back to the early 60s, Spurs forward Bobby Smith used to get a bus to the home games and winger Cliff Jones used to run a butchers shop, and that`s when they won the double and the first British team to win a european trophy.

You've reminded me of this which did the rounds a couple of years ago :icon_lol:

"I'm feeling all angry about these modern day footballers, I know why they have gone all soft - It's because of poncy names. That's what it is. Remember in the old days, when football players kicked a ******* ball made out of ten pound of clay stitched inside a steel-reinforced leather shell with laces made out of piano wire?

Well, in them days players could only survive the rigors of the game because they were called things like Albert, Arthur, Bert, Harry, Bill, Eddie, Bob, Jack and Tommy. ******* tough names for tough men, them were. And what do we have now? Jason, Wayne, Dean, Ryan, Jamie, Robbie. ******* tarts' names, they are. Great big ******* puffs.

No wonder the ball's like a ******* balloon and shin pads is like slices of bread. In the old days you never saw a Len Shackleton or a Billy Wright with a puffy little Sondico piece of paper down his little thin socks. ******* shin pads in them days was made out of library books, and socks was like sackcloth.

Same with the jerseys. ******* shirts with holes in now so they can breathe. Yes, so that little Jody's hairless chest can breathe and he doesn't get a chill. **** off. Stanley Matthews used to dribble round Europe's finest wearing a ******* tent and shorts cobbled together from the jacket of his de-mob suit. Aye, he ******* did.

No wonder players fall over all the time whenever an opponent comes anywhere near them. And they never used to show their arses at one another either. Can you imagine what might have happened if Don Revie had flashed his ring at Nat Lofthouse during a City-Bolton Wanderers game? He'd have got one of them size 10 hobnail ****ers up his ******* chuff.

******* therapy for stress my ****! Stan Collymore slaps his missus about and he takes three seasons off with stress counseling. What the **** is that all about? In the old days it was expected for footballers to belt the old sow about a bit, specially after a bad defeat. And the women used to expect it, and so they should have. They were lucky to be married to footballers.

Ha! Trevor Morley got a kitchen knife in his back off his wife and was out of action for three month. Soft ****. Archie McShitt of Port Vale got run over with horse and cart one Friday night and he still turned out against Bradford the following day. And he scored two goals. That's cos his name wasn't "Trevor". Good old Archie. Broke his hip, both his legs, murdered his wife and buried her under the patio and still made the England team for the Home Internationals. Did he have any "stress counselling"? Did he *******s!

And drugs? There was none of that in the old days. Oh, no. In them days it was a quick shot of morphine before kick-off and you were lucky if you got that. By half time it had all but wore off so they pumped you full of laudanum. None of this cocaine sniffing and shooting up class A narcotics.

Goal celebrations? Don't talk to me about goal celebrations. Crawling on the floor and thrusting their hips at the crowd. Huh! I'd like to have seen Cliff Bastin do that after a run down the left flank and crossing for Alex James to fire home a winner. Handshakes...and that was all you got. That and a **** in the showers afterwards. But it was a proper ****...all man stuff. None of these puffy wanks between blokes that you get nowadays with players like Greame Le Saux and Stephen Gerrard. Allegedly.

In them days, there was nowt wrong with it cos it didn't mean nowt. They used to say there was a "gay atmosphere" in the dressing room after the match. But it didn't mean owt mucky. Just a bit of harmless spanking the plank among healthy young sportsmen. Aye. I know. Me dad told me.

Sixty grand a ******* week! Ha! I wouldn't pay 'em tuppence. Two bob Tommy Lawton used to get...a month! And Tom Finney still worked as a plumber four days a week when he was playing for England. It's true, you know.******* is. Players had to work them days just to make up their money. Not like today. Stan Pearson had to clean sewers and doubled up as Old Trafford shithouse cleaner. He had to go off during one game because some **** had built a log cabin and blocked the U-bend. And that Eddie Hapgood was a male model...though he never liked to talk about it.

So I say we start calling kids real male names again. If you're having a kid, don't even consider puffy names and ***** names like what people call their kids these days. Otherwise what we gonna get in twenty years' time? The England team full of players called Keanu, Ronan, Ashley and ******* Chesney. **** that! Call your kids Alf, Herbert, Len, Frank, Fred and Wilf. And let's get the puffs out"

[KeithD]

But it won't go into administration :doh ..... RBS know that the deal will go through so they'll postpone it till after the legal case is heard next week, and then the appeal a week or two later.

[Pete/London]

You've reminded me of this which did the rounds a couple of years ago :icon_lol:

"I'm feeling all angry about these modern day footballers, I know why they have gone all soft - It's because of poncy names. That's what it is. Remember in the old days, when football players kicked a ******* ball made out of ten pound of clay stitched inside a steel-reinforced leather shell with laces made out of piano wire?

Well, in them days players could only survive the rigors of the game because they were called things like Albert, Arthur, Bert, Harry, Bill, Eddie, Bob, Jack and Tommy. ******* tough names for tough men, them were. And what do we have now? Jason, Wayne, Dean, Ryan, Jamie, Robbie. ******* tarts' names, they are. Great big ******* puffs.

No wonder the ball's like a ******* balloon and shin pads is like slices of bread. In the old days you never saw a Len Shackleton or a Billy Wright with a puffy little Sondico piece of paper down his little thin socks. ******* shin pads in them days was made out of library books, and socks was like sackcloth.

Same with the jerseys. ******* shirts with holes in now so they can breathe. Yes, so that little Jody's hairless chest can breathe and he doesn't get a chill. **** off. Stanley Matthews used to dribble round Europe's finest wearing a ******* tent and shorts cobbled together from the jacket of his de-mob suit. Aye, he ******* did.

No wonder players fall over all the time whenever an opponent comes anywhere near them. And they never used to show their arses at one another either. Can you imagine what might have happened if Don Revie had flashed his ring at Nat Lofthouse during a City-Bolton Wanderers game? He'd have got one of them size 10 hobnail ****ers up his ******* chuff.

******* therapy for stress my ****! Stan Collymore slaps his missus about and he takes three seasons off with stress counseling. What the **** is that all about? In the old days it was expected for footballers to belt the old sow about a bit, specially after a bad defeat. And the women used to expect it, and so they should have. They were lucky to be married to footballers.

Ha! Trevor Morley got a kitchen knife in his back off his wife and was out of action for three month. Soft ****. Archie McShitt of Port Vale got run over with horse and cart one Friday night and he still turned out against Bradford the following day. And he scored two goals. That's cos his name wasn't "Trevor". Good old Archie. Broke his hip, both his legs, murdered his wife and buried her under the patio and still made the England team for the Home Internationals. Did he have any "stress counselling"? Did he *******s!

And drugs? There was none of that in the old days. Oh, no. In them days it was a quick shot of morphine before kick-off and you were lucky if you got that. By half time it had all but wore off so they pumped you full of laudanum. None of this cocaine sniffing and shooting up class A narcotics.

Goal celebrations? Don't talk to me about goal celebrations. Crawling on the floor and thrusting their hips at the crowd. Huh! I'd like to have seen Cliff Bastin do that after a run down the left flank and crossing for Alex James to fire home a winner. Handshakes...and that was all you got. That and a **** in the showers afterwards. But it was a proper ****...all man stuff. None of these puffy wanks between blokes that you get nowadays with players like Greame Le Saux and Stephen Gerrard. Allegedly.

In them days, there was nowt wrong with it cos it didn't mean nowt. They used to say there was a "gay atmosphere" in the dressing room after the match. But it didn't mean owt mucky. Just a bit of harmless spanking the plank among healthy young sportsmen. Aye. I know. Me dad told me.

Sixty grand a ******* week! Ha! I wouldn't pay 'em tuppence. Two bob Tommy Lawton used to get...a month! And Tom Finney still worked as a plumber four days a week when he was playing for England. It's true, you know.******* is. Players had to work them days just to make up their money. Not like today. Stan Pearson had to clean sewers and doubled up as Old Trafford shithouse cleaner. He had to go off during one game because some **** had built a log cabin and blocked the U-bend. And that Eddie Hapgood was a male model...though he never liked to talk about it.

So I say we start calling kids real male names again. If you're having a kid, don't even consider puffy names and ***** names like what people call their kids these days. Otherwise what we gonna get in twenty years' time? The England team full of players called Keanu, Ronan, Ashley and ******* Chesney. **** that! Call your kids Alf, Herbert, Len, Frank, Fred and Wilf. And let's get the puffs out"

:laugher::D I going to keep that for reference:xxgrinning--00xx3:

[les_taxi]

That was brilliant Dedworth:xxgrinning--00xx3:
More of that and less of the grim reaper stuff concerning man utd and liverpool is in order,they won't dissappear and have to sell their grounds/trophey's or players.

They will be bought up and will continue to challenge (ok maybe not liverpool so much) but they aint gonna be playing non-league football in a few seasons.

[Dedworth]

That was brilliant Dedworth:xxgrinning--00xx3:
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It's a classic isn't it Les ? I bet you get a bit like that talking to customers in the back of the cab :D

[les_taxi]

It's a classic isn't it Les ? I bet you get a bit like that talking to customers in the back of the cab :D

I like to tell them how I used to love tackling from behind-a good meaty challenge:D

Remember colliding with keeper and the goal counting,sigh those were the days:NoNo: