GWAN WEST HAM!!!!

Panda

Great match,
Barthez is an idiot for standing looking at him for so long.
Joe Cole is a classy player.

TwoShedsJackson

What was Barthez doing, posing for Madame Tussaud's or what?? 7.8 mil, ahahahahahahahahhahaha

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Blitzkrieger

see this is why abus are so sad. You don't see anyone saying "g'wan Liverpool". Just because United are the best team in the world doesn't mean you have act the ********

TwoShedsJackson

<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by Blitzkrieger:
Just because United are the best team in the world </font>

er, no.

Blitzkrieger

<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by Castor Troy:
er, no.

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er, yes.

TwoShedsJackson

er, no. Real Madrid are a better side, Roma are a better side. The Montana Ladies Crochet XI are a better side (ok, I made that last one up).

Panda

They are good but its great to see them beaten at home.
Not a lot of teams can claim that.

Panda

They are good, but its good to see the "underdogs" beat United.
Not many teams can claim that.

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Blitzkrieger

Oh well, I guess they'll just have to concentrate on lesser competitions like the Premiership and the Champions League


Prolly shouldn't harp on about it but......

Kento-Shiro posted a valid discussion point but Castor comes along and starts flaming Man U. To not like United is one thing (even if I can't see the reason why ) but to stick the boot in every time they lose is ott.

TwoShedsJackson

I wasn't stick the boot in, I was asking what the hell Barthez was doing? He stood still for five seconds while Di Canio charged at him and then put the ball in the net.

Very clever. I'd love to hear the bollo<king Ferguson gave him after the game.

Panda

Hes not the only one that deserves a bollo<king.
Ole Guigsy was crap, the poor fella just needs to learn how to shoot when he breaks off onto those supersonic runs of his.

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Blitzkrieger

Well if you doubt how good United are (and we couldn't beat Juve and Real away if we weren't), acording to soccernet.com this is what Erikson says :

That faintly bewildered look on the face of Sven Goran Eriksson may have less to do with London's stratospheric house prices than with the over-selling of the Premiership as something out of this world.

As a man in search of a fashionable home here, Eriksson confessed his astonishment at how many millions it will cost him to install his high-maintenance girl-friend in the best part of town.

As a manager imported to identify the best multi-millionaire footballers of English birthright, he hinted at how confusing it is trying to evaluate their worth amid the maelstrom of our national game when he said: 'The difference between the top teams and the bottom teams is nothing.'

As a gentleman, the Swede is too diplomatic to criticise the flawed production line from which he is required to assemble a Rolls-Royce. But when he admits he can hardly tell the difference between the team running second to Manchester United and those bringing up the rear, he gives us an idea of the depth of his problem. Or, rather, the lack of it.

The league which fondly imagines itself to be the most profound in the world is about as shallow as a puddle in the desert. Manchester United shim-mer on the surface. But for all the turbulence beneath that class act, there is no current of sustained quality.

Belligerent spirit, bulging effort and bustling haste there may be in abundance. But when it comes to technical skill and tactical organisation, the jam is spread as unevenly as wealth in a Third World dictatorship.

Hence, as a measure by which to calculate the World Cup-winning potential of England's finest, the Premiership is as crooked as a witch's walking stick. So far, Eriksson has had little or no valid way of comparing English footballers with the European, Latin American and even African maestros against whom he will be asking them to compete.

Unless his adopted charges are playing against United - as young Joe Cole did with enough distinction for West Ham to advance his England promotion - Eriksson's eyes may deceive him.


“ The league which fondly imagines itself to be the most profound in the world is about as shallow as a puddle in the desert. ”
— Jeff Powell
The Premiership is a brilliant marketing exercise, technicolor proof that you can convince most of the punters most of the time. The competitive desperation with which Arsenal, Leeds and Liverpool have been reinforcing United's cross-Channel expeditions has nourished the illusion.

But the best league in the world? Not when so many veteran foreign forwards - for instance Dennis Bergkamp and Luca Vialli - come here to score easy goals at the end of their careers.

Well, the hardest league in the world? Not when the art of defending has been lost in a frantic hurly-burly which serves as televised entertainment. If you don't believe me, try watching with the sound turned down. No commentary, no fine tuning.

If strength in depth is the litmus test of the club game, look no further than Spain. Up to a dozen clubs there would be strong enough to follow Real Madrid and Barcelona into the top six of our Premiership. Could we truly say the same about Ipswich in Iberia?

Italians may have had their egos ruffled by Lazio's Champions League defeat by Leeds but remain aristocrats of technique, not to mention the high priests of defence. Where is our Alessandro Nesta?

A World Cup and European Championship double testifies to the French as the best-educated footballers on earth and the old game knows only too well how unwise it is ever to write off the Germans.

All right then, how about the Premier test of stamina? Lest we forget, the two alternative versions of the World Club Championship are held by teams from the Brazilian and Argentine leagues, in which they play up to 96 games a season without a flicker of complaint about fatigue.

There are genuine grounds for hope that an improved generation of younger English footballers is on the horizon but the most hyped league in the world, in its present edition, speaks for years of unreliable coaching. For every Peter Reid, there is a Roger Plod.

When Gerard Houllier has to revert to teaching defending by numbers to get Liverpool back on United's track, it begs the question of how little so many English footballers have been learning up to now.

When Terry Venables can come back from an extended sabbatical to transform Middlesbrough from a leaky bucket for most the season into a watertight compartment through eight matches unbeaten, you have to wonder exactly what he's up against. So must Mr Eriksson.

Taking in the Old Trafford experience in all its attention to quality and detail is all very well. But when it comes to watching Sunderland v Bradford - or even Leeds v Liverpool on Saturday's contradictory evidence - how is a professor from the Italian academy of excellence supposed to judge what he sees?

It is as risky as buying a £5million house in Knightsbridge simply by looking at the estate agent's brochure.

Take it

NEWS JUST IN

Barthez claimed he had seen Hitler in the crowd and saluted him but when he realised Di Canio was one on one with him it was to late and the man he though was Hitler turned out to be Barthez mammy.


As for United the best team in the world im not sure. I'll give credit to O Leary alright but the Leeds side is a bit young

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Blitzkrieger

lol - hitler my ass.

Panda

Im sure he did, I'd say that hitler has been hiding out in England for the decades since the war, and is a season ticket holder of Man U.

I have reached this conclusion due to the fact that both sold their souls to the devil for success. (Hitler got a season ticket due to the fact he didnt succeed....obviously)