End

I don’t know how to tell a story
The way you would want me too
The point would be blurry
No matter how I try to get it through

It won’t lift you up
When the chips are down
It won’t even take you to the path
Where you can stand on the solid ground

I don’t know how to make it interesting
Or to make you cry or even laugh
It will only leave you plotting
Your escape route no matter how tough

Like what you are doing right now..

Yesterday you were there
Smiling that smile so sweet
And love grew struck and hit
And looking down to my feet
Oh yes I was floating

But that was yesterday
Today couldn’t have been further away
Today I wish I had convinced you to stay
Just like the very first time
I’m missing you every single tick of the day

Now I see my own shadows
Sticking with me, without fail it follows
And here I am feeling so low
As the time move ever so slowly
My heart feels hollow

My time is over

Sucking in The Suckiness

Sometimes it’s good to be a kid. A kid as in not caring about right and wrong. A kid as in doing what you want without thinking about what or who would suffer be affected by it. Trust me it’s good. Therapeutic. And I need some therapy right now.

Well, I hate my life. Not all of it but a part of it, quite a large chunk though. From 730am to 630pm to be exact. A few years back I would have written a 100 lines poem to express my hatred towards it. I would whine about it non-stop. Not this time though. Not to say I’m stronger now or I’m more mature with age. I still actually do whine about it occasionally but it’s relatively very mild.

It sucks but it’s bearable, not because it sucks less then my previous whining obsessions but it sucks less because I don’t have to go through the suckiness alone. Having someone to go through it with you makes it bearable. It’s like having airbags in your car. It won’t stop the crash but it will cushion the impact.

All that will be gone soon. The factor that’s making all the pain between 730am to 630pm bearable will disappear. And that sucks. It sucks and it will continue to suck for a long time. There won’t be any stopping the suckiness. Suck and suck all the way. It will soon suck more than weddings (Weddings, I’m not fond of it at all. But for my love I’d do anything. I’d even walk the canopy walk all over again just for my love).

So how am I going to deal with something that’s going to be unbearable soon?
See first para, that’s how. I’m going to whine my way through the day. Rightly or wrongly I won’t care.

And it starts now.

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

For my baby darling..



And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

Kenny And His Magic Wand

Chelsea 0 Liverpool 1 - Match Reaction (taken from The Liverpool Way, written by my favorite writer Dave Usher).

“I don’t have a magic wand” was a regular expression used by Roy Hodgson. Well thankfully we’ve found a man who does. No Torres, no Suarez, no Carroll, but we still went to Chelsea and got three points. It’s the Kenny Dalglish effect, simple as that. In such a short space of time he’s got us believing we can achieve anything. Be honest, how many of you are thinking we might still get fourth? I know I am, and that’s 100% because of Dalglish. He’s breathed life into a club that was on it’s knees.

A month ago we were staring at the prospect of a relegation battle, and then we lost Torres. So going to a Chelsea side - including Torres - with Dirk up front on his own and not just winning but doing it in the way we did, was quite remarkable. I’m not saying for a second it was comfortable (it was only 1-0 so we could never say it was in the bag), but we did look very assured and this team is unrecognisable from the sorry bunch of individuals Kenny inherited. It’s quite a turnaround.

Whilst most observer’s focus was and understandably is still on our former number nine (more on him later), if you take that aspect out of it and just look at the actual game itself there are a lot of things for us to get excited about. That’s probably been lost on most people outside of LFC as it was all about Torres, which is understandable as it was a huge story. Of course it’s fantastic for us to have been able to put one over on him and his new club, but leaving all that emotion out of the equation and just looking at it from a football perspective you can see the huge transformation we’ve made under Kenny and Steve Clarke. There’s three main areas in which we are unrecognisable from a few weeks ago.

Firstly, tactics. Kenny (and Clarke maybe?) got it absolutely spot on, we just completely nailed it. Chelsea played three central strikers, none of whom wanted to go out wide. Anelka played deeper than the other too, but couldn’t find space and didn’t influence the game at all. He’s just not a number ten, but they are trying to shoehorn him into that role and we snuffed him out easily.

Same with Drogba, who has perhaps never been more ineffectual against us in all the years we’ve been facing him. He was so quiet, and any fears there may have been about whether a rusty Carragher would be able to cope with him proved to be completely unfounded. The vice-captain was fantastic, and his performance was all the more remarkable given he’d only returned to training the previous Monday. And what of Shevchenko, sorry I mean Torres? Well he had just two sights of goal, both due to sloppy play from us, and nothing to do with our tactics or Chelsea creating anything.

The three at the back completely nullified their forwards, the wing backs were outstanding at both ends of the pitch, and Lucas did a great job making a nuisance of himself in front of his defence. He was terrific, just as he was in the meeting between the two sides at Anfield earlier in the season. Gerrard and Meireles were both able to get forward at will to support the ever willing Kuyt, and whilst chances were at a premium we had plenty of the ball in the Chelsea half and certainly didn’t sit back until late on when we were protecting the lead. As I say, a tactical masterclass.

By the end they were reduced to having that ‘Sideshow Bob’ lookalike they bought from Benfica punting diagonal balls towards Ivanovic up front. Where’s Robert Huth when you need him, eh? Scoring twice the day before, actually. Maybe they should have spent £50m on him instead.

Secondly, style. We are playing proper football now. Passing and moving, committing men forward when we attack and trying to play our way out of trouble. It’s not vintage, but that’s because we still have players who need to be improved upon. But we try to play football now in all areas of the field, and players are encouraged to back their own ability and just get it down and play. It was great to see, but it was also the only way Chelsea were going to get anything out of the game.

The only occasions we were stretched was when we gave the ball away ourselves through over playing. For me, not since the days of Roy Evans has a Liverpool side had this philosophy. We had some great times under Houllier and Benitez, and at times both had us playing excellent stuff. By and large though, it was based on organisation and players operating within a set structure with risks at a minimum.

We still have structure, but there’s definitely more freedom within it for players. Not just in terms of committing men forward, but also of playing their way out of trouble. We almost got caught a few times by Chelsea, and there were times I found myself yelling “just get rid!!” but we didn’t. Agger, Johnson and Lucas in particular were playing a lot of football in tight spaces, but that’s a sign of the growing confidence in the side and more significantly, a sign that Kenny is encouraging them to play. It’s not perfect, we still have weaknesses that on other days will cost us, but I think back to how I felt after we lost at Blackpool a few weeks ago, and compare it to how I’m feeling now, and it’s astonishing.

Thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, togetherness. Players are playing for eachother, and the fans are right behind them. Everyone is in it together, and that unity was cemented by what happened with Torres. His departure could have been devastating to us as a club, but instead it’s had the opposite effect. Torres wasn’t part of this new found togetherness, his mere presence threw a spanner in the works of it. We brought in two top players to replace him and the place is buzzing again.

There’s no room for sulkers and passengers in Kenny’s new Liverpool, and whilst I’m sure there are still players here who are ok with Torres, there’ll be others who aren’t and are pleased he’s gone. The way Agger un-cerimoniously planted his forearm square onto the jaw of his former team-mate suggests he may fall into the latter group, but maybe I’m reading too much into that.

I still maintain that some of these players are not good enough to take us to where we need to be, but Kenny is masking that and has got everybody playing to a higher level now than they were previously. The likes of Agger and Meireles are thriving, he’s introduced Kelly to the side and Johnson has adapted very well to playing on the left (could have conceded a daft pen though). Even Skrtel is impressing and he had a great game at the Bridge. I’m loathe to criticise anybody, but the only player I can find fault with is Maxi. Had his sloppy pass to Torres resulted in a goal, he’d have had to leave town in a hurry. The sitter he missed was horrendous as well, and I was convinced it would end up costing us. You simply can’t miss chances like that in big games, as you will almost always end up paying the price. Thankfully this time it didn’t, so no harm done.

Generally games like this are tight and chances are at a premium. Aside from the one Maxi missed, I can only think of a couple more for us. There was the goal and there was a shot by Aurelio that was saved. Chelsea had even less clear openings. Torres went through once but was denied by Carragher’s block (replays showed that it was a tame shot that appeared to be headed straight at Reina anyway) and the only other time they went close was Malouda’s shot from a tight angle that was blocked comfortably by Reina.

So whilst on the balance of play a draw would perhaps have been fair, I believe if we’d have had Carroll, Suarez or both available we’d have won more convincingly. There were numerous times we could have hit them on the break, but Dirk just doesn’t have the pace to get in behind and it made things much easier for Chelsea than they might have been. One glaring example of it came late on when Lucas yet again broke up a Chelsea attack and charged forward. He was looking for Kuyt to make a run for him in behind, but instead he ran towards him!!! Having said that, I don’t want to seem like I’m being in any way critical of Kuyt, as that’s not my intention. Honestly, I can’t fault him as I felt he did everything in his power to help us win this game.

He’s not suited to playing up top on his own, but he gives us everything he has and he more than played his part in this win. I’m just saying that with someone more suited to the role we MIGHT have won more comfortably. Who knows though, maybe we won this game because of how hard he worked, and in fairness it was his run that caused the confusion that led to Cech and Ivanovic both missing Gerrard’s cross and allowing Meireles to score. I don’t want to take anything away from him, as he was immense, but I’d drop him as soon as Suarez and Carroll are available. Sorry Dirk!

The goal was funny, as it was almost certainly a direct result of an incident in the first half when Kelly whipped a ball in and Cech and Ivanovic collided as they both went for it. The keeper flipped his lid and was yelling at the defender. They’re both a bit dopey looking, and if ever there was an Eastern European remake of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, it would probably look a lot like this. That definitely contributed to what happened later, as when Gerrard’s cross came in this time instead of both going for it they left it to eachother and neither dealt with it.

Raul actually made the finish look easy when it would have been very easy to miss, and the icing on the cake was it was right in front of the travelling Kop and occurred just a couple of minutes after Torres had been hooked. It was close to being a perfect day for us really, and we didn’t even need to bring Suarez on. As for Torres, it was a wretched day for him, culminating in being dragged off with the jeers of the away fans ringing in his ears. He’d better get used to that, as when things aren’t working out it won’t be Drogba who gets subbed and it won’t be Drogba who the fans turn on. I’m sure Fernando will score goals, he’s too good not to and against some teams Chelsea will be able to overcome the lack of balance their side has when Drogba is handicapped by having Torres alongside him (or vice versa).

Good sides will be able to nullify it though, and Kenny has given them the blueprint to do it. I don’t want to dwell too much on Torres as he belongs to our past and we are now looking like we have a promising future. That’s the irony here though, Torres had ridden out the worst of it and could have been part of a bright future under the King. Instead he chose to join Chelsea in the hope of winning something in the next couple of years whilst Chelsea are still contenders. There’s no guarantee they’ll win more than us in the next couple of years, and not too far down the line they will actually be the Chelsea Pensioners unless Abramovich throws more money at it, which is unlikely given the new rules that will come into play. When Drogba, Lampard, Anelka, Mongo etc come to the end of the road, Torres will be jumping ship again. If he hasn’t already been bombed out by then.

What Fernando will quickly realise is that there’s no love for him at Chelsea. To them, he’s just another hugely expensive signing that is expected to deliver the goods. There’s no emotion invested in him, and he’ll soon find that if he doesn’t do a job they’ll be on his case in a way that he never experienced at Anfield, even in the games where he was blatantly taking the piss out of us with his lack of effort. It’s started already, he was getting ripped by Chelsea fans on phone ins and forums, and that is after just one game. I’m not even criticising Chelsea fans for that, if I wanted to criticise them I’d point to those goons who copied our ‘El Nino’ flag right down to the image of the Shankly Gates at the bottom of it. Priceless. Sums them up perfectly though, they try so hard, but they just don’t ‘get it’. I’d pity them if they weren’t so obnoxious.

No, Chelsea fans won’t show patience and understanding to Torres if he struggles early on, and in fairness why should they? They laid out £50m for an established world class striker who knows the Premier League. Those fans hated him when he was playing for us, and they won’t suddenly love him now. Oh they love the idea that they’ve taken the jewel in our crown, or at least what they thought was the jewel, but they don’t love HIM. Why would they? It’s up to him to win them over, and that may prove to be more difficult than he expected. But that’s his problem, and theirs.

I don’t hate Fernando Torres, and for a mili-second I almost felt sorry for him when I saw the forlorn look on his face as he sat on their bench watching our fans celebrating. Then I quickly snapped out of it and laughed. Not as much as I’d laugh if we made up that six point gap between us and them however. That has to be our immediate goal now. We’ve overhauled Sunderland to go to 6th place, when less than a week ago we were five points behind them. It won’t be as easy catching Chelsea and Spurs, and maybe we’re getting way ahead of ourselves.

But how nice is it to be looking up the table and seeing who we can catch rather than over our shoulders at who might go above us. It will be difficult improving on the 6th spot we currently occupy, but it’s not impossible. Not now. Not when we have Kenny and his Magic Wand.

Sayang Bertatih

Manis selindung gadis pilihan
Hati berkenan bersulam sayang
Badai ditepis jadi bayuan
Kerana ikhlas bukan kepalang

Ombak beralun menghempas pantai
Perahu dilanda tetap berkayuh
Bukan tiada basah di lantai
Berlapik langkah sayang menyuluh

Bertapis hama mencari padi
Berkais tanah mencari permata
Berbuai kasih cinta bernadi
Berdetik indah senada serata

Terjatuh sudah lari pun sudah
Memimpin duka mencapai bahagia
Tiada lagi yang perlu dimadah
Tinggal menyimpul ikatan selamanya


*If you think this pantun doesn't mean anything then you are not bright enough. If it does mean something then I'm a super genius*

Fernando Torres - Is This A Dagger I See Before Me

Fernando Torres’ Liverpool career was nothing if not a little Shakespearian. What promised to be a timeless love story has slowly festered into a tragic tale, with our former No.9 willingly creeping into a frilly thesp costume to cast himself as the treasonous villain of the peace.

Just like the ill-fated King Macbeth, Torres was once a great warrior of the realm, beloved by an entire Kingdom. He was furnished with riches and respected by peers and common folk alike. More importantly, he was afforded something that something that could never be bought; the unwavering love of his people. For that he would fight until the death for the crest upon his armour, of that we could be sure. Right?

Well somewhere along the way, all that changed. In the story, Macbeth encounters three witches who flatter his ego and tempt him with the riches that lay in wait upon a (supposedly) higher throne, all he needed to do was betray those who believed in him. Sure enough, he began listening to his own hype and ended up piercing the heart of a great Scottish King and his loyal subjects.

Just like the treacherous Thane of Cawdor, Fernando Torres’ heart and mind have been irrecoverably altered over the last few months. He began believing the voices, listening too keenly to all of the plaudits. Suddenly our love was unbefitting of this king in waiting, he was better than that and before we saw it coming he drove that knife through our collective hearts.

Many of us are hurting today. We feel suckered-in by his professions of love for our city and club and the thought of being taken for such a ride is what makes it so painful. It beggars belief that he could have done this had those once-cherished utterances had an ounce of truth to them.

But the jaded, self-absorbed, entitled little brat we see parading his new superior status in front of us is really not the same man who fought so valiantly and effectively for our own cause.

There’s no doubt for me that at the time Torres believed what he was saying, it’s unlikely that he lied to us, he just changed. Just like Macbeth, the witches got to him. As hard as it sounds, we shouldn’t take it personally, even while he rubs it in our face with his tactless and spiteful ‘top level’ comments.

Here’s why.

I hate to break it to you Fernando, but Macbeth’s ascension to the ‘throne’ he craved didn’t exactly work out too well for him. He became lonely, racked with guilt, riddled with paranoia and too far up shit creek to go back or go forward. A broken man, he was hunted down and slain by the sons of the King and his last words were a morbid realisation of how pointless it all was.

While the above is merely a literary metaphor, it’s true that Fernando Torres will be regretting the last few days forever. He could have been immortal, a man cherished and loved for generations; a man with a true legacy to compare with the best of them. Never again will he feel the kind of love he experienced from us, the kind of admiration that Dalglish himself, Fowler, Carragher and Hyypia can all cherish forever. They all got the meaning of that honour and the most saddening aspect of this sorry episode is that we thought he did too.

Deep down I think he probably does and he’ll come to realise that. Deep down, I don’t think he’s all of the names we’ve called him over the last 72 hours, but by the time this once respectful, hungry, brilliant young man realises the error of his ways the dye will have already been cast.

Already he’s seemingly struggling to find the words to justify why he felt compelled to toss it all aside. “Because they’re hard to play against,” he stuttered in a hastily-arranged first interview during a phone in hosted by the great Scott Minto. He could have lied and spoken of the great fans, wonderful legacy, great teammates, the prospects for the future and the fantastic stadium, but maybe he just couldn’t bring himself to do it? It’s going to be a very lonely time for you Fernando and not even £2m-a-year in image rights, more wages than JT and the odd Champions League run-out can ease that hurt.

As for us, we’re already moving on. His betrayal, The Return of The King and the intent shown by the new owners have brought us closer than we’ve been since the dust settled on the miracle of Istanbul. The mood today is one of excitement and determination. While Torres begins years of soul-searching, we’re already preparing to have the last laugh, and make no mistake, we will.

The King is dead, long live The King.

By Chris Smith

This article was published by The Liverpool Way. It was written in reaction to the Torres transfer to Chelsea.

I took it and post it here as in general it represents how I feel about this backstabbing act by a man so revered by the fans. It's a pity how Torres chose to end his journey with Liverpool in this manner.

The way Torres left Liverpool hurts, deeply. But like the article points out, amidst the hurt from his departure, so many positives are happening at the same time. Onwards & upwards, no point crying over him when Liverpool fans all over the world have so many reasons to be delighted about.

Onwards and upwards.

To Torres, I hope you will regret this for life. Thank you for the memories.