We Hardly Knew Ya
Hey Craig Bellamy - fuck you.
I didn't mind your signing. I really didn't. You were somewhat proven as a goal-scorer in the Premiership. You came cheap. You seemed like you wanted to clean up your act, put your head down, and score goals. You even trotted out the tried and true "I was a boyhood Reds fan" like we seem to require of all our new signings. But then you took a golf club to the shin of one of your teammates.
Well, it was long over before that incident, as you were clearly not Liverpool quality, but that was the proverbial straw, bringing our badge into disrepute and embarrassing everyone involved with the club. Your likeness, both in the number of branches you hit on the plummet down the ugly tree, as well as your embarrassingly aggro behavior, bears an uncanny resemblance to Biff from Back to the Future. You're like a slightly more charming Joey Barton. You're a guy no one in their right mind would ever want dating his sister, famous footballer or not. In fact, I'd set your date rape over/under to 10.5 (-160). In short, you're that bully in grade school who wasn't cool, wasn't smart, and took it out on everyone else because you have a small, shriveled cock.
Today we will play your perennially-borderline-relegation side at the most historic stadium in England. A place you used to call home. A place where you were raised the linesman's offside flag like Mazda Miatas raise suspicions about one's sexual preference.
We're not looking for three points today - we're looking for padding our goal differential. It's really a shame John Arne Riise isn't on our squad anymore, if for nothing else than it would be a good chance for him to kick you all match long. That is, of course, if you get off the bench today.
Cheers, Craig.
I didn't mind your signing. I really didn't. You were somewhat proven as a goal-scorer in the Premiership. You came cheap. You seemed like you wanted to clean up your act, put your head down, and score goals. You even trotted out the tried and true "I was a boyhood Reds fan" like we seem to require of all our new signings. But then you took a golf club to the shin of one of your teammates.
Well, it was long over before that incident, as you were clearly not Liverpool quality, but that was the proverbial straw, bringing our badge into disrepute and embarrassing everyone involved with the club. Your likeness, both in the number of branches you hit on the plummet down the ugly tree, as well as your embarrassingly aggro behavior, bears an uncanny resemblance to Biff from Back to the Future. You're like a slightly more charming Joey Barton. You're a guy no one in their right mind would ever want dating his sister, famous footballer or not. In fact, I'd set your date rape over/under to 10.5 (-160). In short, you're that bully in grade school who wasn't cool, wasn't smart, and took it out on everyone else because you have a small, shriveled cock.
Today we will play your perennially-borderline-relegation side at the most historic stadium in England. A place you used to call home. A place where you were raised the linesman's offside flag like Mazda Miatas raise suspicions about one's sexual preference.
We're not looking for three points today - we're looking for padding our goal differential. It's really a shame John Arne Riise isn't on our squad anymore, if for nothing else than it would be a good chance for him to kick you all match long. That is, of course, if you get off the bench today.
Cheers, Craig.

