Watched Bale's apparent dive dozens of times today on replay, and I've come to the conclusion that, while I hate to see him dive, it should have been a penalty anyways as Gibbs' tackle was fucking wreckless and stupid.
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durbanspur said:Reptile_16 said:I think in stages of grief (is this the same as the stages of death?) you're still in denial mate.
And please if we're quoting Bill lets have it in full:
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!"
shakespeare at his finest...
embrace the pain, you know you are alive, and not made of plastic.Thelonious said:great post tricky, I'm still absolutely fucking devastated though.
at about 38 seconds.eggsoakley said:Those mugs are huge.
Sean said:We just need a clinical striker, doesn't matter about height as Adebayor hasn't scored with he's head(I think).
durbanspur said:Sean said:We just need a clinical striker, doesn't matter about height as Adebayor hasn't scored with he's head(I think).
enter klaas jan huntelaar. clinical finisher, strong on both feet, powerful in the air,
top goal scorer in the bundesliga at the moment, young and looking to come to the epl.
class in both club and national games, why we havent snapped him up i dont know.