Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 12:57 amynwa wrote:why the fu ck r u lot talking about chelsea they are
They are also a bit ahead of us in the league.
They are also a bit ahead of us in the league.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 12:57 amThey are also a bit ahead of us in the league.
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 1:07 amCiggy wrote:
. He's just said.
Jose Mourinho: "Next season, we want to be part of the G14. Make it the G15, with Chelsea."
Get some history...
Not on your feckin nelly
FUCK OFF CHELSEA FC
YOU AIN'T GOT NO HISTORY
5 EUROPEAN CUPS AND 18 LEAGUES
THAT'S WHAT WE CALL HISTORY.
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 2:39 amAgreed with all said. I'm still smiling because the Chel***t is out of the cup. Hope, we have a better smile tomorrow when Liverpool make the last 8....
I feel like someone would want to p on this maurinho... his head is totally useless....
I feel like someone would want to p on this maurinho... his head is totally useless....
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 3:12 amWell I said to my mate when we were watching "The Great Sh*tski" get ar*eholed out of Europe; "I bet you Moris says in his post-match interview 'We were the better team, we didn't deserve to go out. If Messi hadn't got Del Horno sent off...blah, blah, blah' "
I didn't get it word for word, but I got the basic jist!
Seriously - how can that w*nker actually go on camera and say that Sh*tski were better than Barca!?! They were absolutely annihilated!!!
Ronaldinho totally wiped the floor with them, and fat Frank's only contribution was a penalty, given when the ref thought "Oooh - I don't want death threats - I'll give the feckers a penalty right at the end."
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Pick it well, you fat b*stard. You'll never get your grubby hands on ol' big ears, you chunky piece of sh*t.
F*ck off Sh*tski. You're outta there!!!!!!!!!!
Up the 'pool!
I didn't get it word for word, but I got the basic jist!
Seriously - how can that w*nker actually go on camera and say that Sh*tski were better than Barca!?! They were absolutely annihilated!!!
Ronaldinho totally wiped the floor with them, and fat Frank's only contribution was a penalty, given when the ref thought "Oooh - I don't want death threats - I'll give the feckers a penalty right at the end."
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Pick it well, you fat b*stard. You'll never get your grubby hands on ol' big ears, you chunky piece of sh*t.
F*ck off Sh*tski. You're outta there!!!!!!!!!!
Up the 'pool!
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 3:27 am--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Special One is let down by the ordinary
'Mourinho is a star. But the weakness of his squad may yet turn out to be the absence of performers whose light shines as brightly as his'
Richard Williams
Wednesday March 8, 2006
The Guardian
After shaking hands with Frank Rijkaard and commiserating with his own weary players, Jose Mourinho blew kisses to the crowd as he disappeared down the tunnel last night, saying farewell to Europe until next autumn. Above him in the VIP box, Roman Abramovich made a show of clapping along with Barcelona's victory hymn while Peter Kenyon did his best to keep time. The Russian did not spend more than half a billion pounds of his fortune on a football team in order to endure elimination at such a relatively early stage of the Champions League, and there will be no shortage of people watching to see if this defeat puts a strain on his relationship with his volatile manager.
Nor might the manner in which Chelsea made their exit have been to Abramovich's taste. Once again their players were shown to be no match for Barcelona's assembly of thinkers and ball-players. The sight of the hulking defender Robert Huth sent on to do an impersonation of a centre-forward in the closing minutes spoke poorly for Mourinho's powers of invention. He has tried it before, and it has yet to work; in the context of this tournament's glittering history, it was an embarrassment.
Statistically, the odds against Chelsea going through last night were 20-1. Of 245 sides to have lost by a score of 2-1 at home in the first leg of a tie since the founding of the European Cup half a century ago, 95% had failed to recover their position in the return leg. The need to score two goals while holding Barcelona's brilliant trio of attackers at bay would have tested the combined ingenuity of Alexander the Great, Carl von Clausewitz and Vo Nguyen Giap, and the Portuguese controversialist proved last night that he was not quite up to the challenge.
His rejigged line-up almost brought dividends in the opening 20 minutes when Didier Drogba spurned two clear chances to give Chelsea the lead, both from headers. Having failed to reach Joe Cole's diagonal cross, he directed Arjen Robben's free-kick straight into the arms of Victor Valdes. Significantly, on neither occasion was he hampered by the proximity of an opponent. Barcelona's habit of attacking far more effectively than they defend was certainly in evidence, offering encouragement to Chelsea's ambitions.
Mourinho must have been chewing lumps out of his clipboard when those two opportunities went begging. Having spent the last few days demonstrating that he would not recognise the moral high ground if you gave him a lift there in a helicopter, he was trying to take the opportunity to re-emphasise his elevated standing among the present generation of coaches. Had Drogba capitalised on either of those openings, the match would have been set ablaze.
The coach had made his first appearance of the evening 40 minutes before the kick-off, standing in lonely majesty while watching his goalkeepers warm up. As he had promised, he was presenting himself as a human sponge for the cat-calls of the Catalans in the vertiginous five-decked grandstands. When Chelsea's players made their appearance, however, the home fans demonstrated that Mourinho had by no means succeeded in exhausting their derision. And as he settled into his seat in the dugout, with the stadium now full and seething with emotion, he would have attracted fewer photographers had he been a movie starlet removing her top on the beach at Cannes.
Yes, Mourinho is certainly a star. But the weakness of his squad may yet turn out to be the absence of performers whose light shines as brightly as his own. The application of rigorous organisation to modest resources can be enough win trophies, as he and Otto Rehagel proved with Porto and Greece respectively two years ago, but the approach has a limited shelf life, not to mention an even more limited appeal to neutrals.
At this level there could hardly be a greater contrast of approaches than the one existing between his side and Rijkaard's, which is another of the reasons their meetings have proved so compelling. Last night the presence of four Brazilian-born players in Barcelona's starting line-up meant that every time a Chelsea pass went astray, that was the last Mourinho's players would see of the ball for a couple of minutes.
Ronaldinho, after a quietly influential performance at Stamford Bridge, was clearly in the mood to turn the return into a more explicit display of his intuitive spontaneity. For a time he seemed to want to turn the match into an exposition of the art of the back-heel, as if out of some deeply felt desire to demolish once and for all the suggestion that coaches might be the ones who really decide matches. Before Lionel Messi succumbed to an injury in the 25th minute, the two of them had been weaving wonderful patterns between the Chelsea defenders
With an hour gone, and his side virtually becalmed, the Chelsea manager made one of his double substitutions. A year ago we would have expected it to produce a miracle. Now we know that Mourinho's gambles sometimes work and sometimes fall flat. Hernán Crespo's inability to force home Cole's brilliant ball to the near post was another example of a strategist failed by those entrusted with the execution of his plans.
A stroke of individual genius was what Chelsea needed then, but there is room for only one genius at Chelsea and he sits on the bench, in an expensive overcoat.
Special One is let down by the ordinary
'Mourinho is a star. But the weakness of his squad may yet turn out to be the absence of performers whose light shines as brightly as his'
Richard Williams
Wednesday March 8, 2006
The Guardian
After shaking hands with Frank Rijkaard and commiserating with his own weary players, Jose Mourinho blew kisses to the crowd as he disappeared down the tunnel last night, saying farewell to Europe until next autumn. Above him in the VIP box, Roman Abramovich made a show of clapping along with Barcelona's victory hymn while Peter Kenyon did his best to keep time. The Russian did not spend more than half a billion pounds of his fortune on a football team in order to endure elimination at such a relatively early stage of the Champions League, and there will be no shortage of people watching to see if this defeat puts a strain on his relationship with his volatile manager.
Nor might the manner in which Chelsea made their exit have been to Abramovich's taste. Once again their players were shown to be no match for Barcelona's assembly of thinkers and ball-players. The sight of the hulking defender Robert Huth sent on to do an impersonation of a centre-forward in the closing minutes spoke poorly for Mourinho's powers of invention. He has tried it before, and it has yet to work; in the context of this tournament's glittering history, it was an embarrassment.
Statistically, the odds against Chelsea going through last night were 20-1. Of 245 sides to have lost by a score of 2-1 at home in the first leg of a tie since the founding of the European Cup half a century ago, 95% had failed to recover their position in the return leg. The need to score two goals while holding Barcelona's brilliant trio of attackers at bay would have tested the combined ingenuity of Alexander the Great, Carl von Clausewitz and Vo Nguyen Giap, and the Portuguese controversialist proved last night that he was not quite up to the challenge.
His rejigged line-up almost brought dividends in the opening 20 minutes when Didier Drogba spurned two clear chances to give Chelsea the lead, both from headers. Having failed to reach Joe Cole's diagonal cross, he directed Arjen Robben's free-kick straight into the arms of Victor Valdes. Significantly, on neither occasion was he hampered by the proximity of an opponent. Barcelona's habit of attacking far more effectively than they defend was certainly in evidence, offering encouragement to Chelsea's ambitions.
Mourinho must have been chewing lumps out of his clipboard when those two opportunities went begging. Having spent the last few days demonstrating that he would not recognise the moral high ground if you gave him a lift there in a helicopter, he was trying to take the opportunity to re-emphasise his elevated standing among the present generation of coaches. Had Drogba capitalised on either of those openings, the match would have been set ablaze.
The coach had made his first appearance of the evening 40 minutes before the kick-off, standing in lonely majesty while watching his goalkeepers warm up. As he had promised, he was presenting himself as a human sponge for the cat-calls of the Catalans in the vertiginous five-decked grandstands. When Chelsea's players made their appearance, however, the home fans demonstrated that Mourinho had by no means succeeded in exhausting their derision. And as he settled into his seat in the dugout, with the stadium now full and seething with emotion, he would have attracted fewer photographers had he been a movie starlet removing her top on the beach at Cannes.
Yes, Mourinho is certainly a star. But the weakness of his squad may yet turn out to be the absence of performers whose light shines as brightly as his own. The application of rigorous organisation to modest resources can be enough win trophies, as he and Otto Rehagel proved with Porto and Greece respectively two years ago, but the approach has a limited shelf life, not to mention an even more limited appeal to neutrals.
At this level there could hardly be a greater contrast of approaches than the one existing between his side and Rijkaard's, which is another of the reasons their meetings have proved so compelling. Last night the presence of four Brazilian-born players in Barcelona's starting line-up meant that every time a Chelsea pass went astray, that was the last Mourinho's players would see of the ball for a couple of minutes.
Ronaldinho, after a quietly influential performance at Stamford Bridge, was clearly in the mood to turn the return into a more explicit display of his intuitive spontaneity. For a time he seemed to want to turn the match into an exposition of the art of the back-heel, as if out of some deeply felt desire to demolish once and for all the suggestion that coaches might be the ones who really decide matches. Before Lionel Messi succumbed to an injury in the 25th minute, the two of them had been weaving wonderful patterns between the Chelsea defenders
With an hour gone, and his side virtually becalmed, the Chelsea manager made one of his double substitutions. A year ago we would have expected it to produce a miracle. Now we know that Mourinho's gambles sometimes work and sometimes fall flat. Hernán Crespo's inability to force home Cole's brilliant ball to the near post was another example of a strategist failed by those entrusted with the execution of his plans.
A stroke of individual genius was what Chelsea needed then, but there is room for only one genius at Chelsea and he sits on the bench, in an expensive overcoat.
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 4:48 amgreenred wrote:--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Special One is let down by the ordinary
'Mourinho is a star. But the weakness of his squad may yet turn out to be the absence of performers whose light shines as brightly as his'
Richard Williams
Wednesday March 8, 2006
The Guardian
After shaking hands with Frank Rijkaard and commiserating with his own weary players, Jose Mourinho blew kisses to the crowd as he disappeared down the tunnel last night, saying farewell to Europe until next autumn. Above him in the VIP box, Roman Abramovich made a show of clapping along with Barcelona's victory hymn while Peter Kenyon did his best to keep time. The Russian did not spend more than half a billion pounds of his fortune on a football team in order to endure elimination at such a relatively early stage of the Champions League, and there will be no shortage of people watching to see if this defeat puts a strain on his relationship with his volatile manager.
Nor might the manner in which Chelsea made their exit have been to Abramovich's taste. Once again their players were shown to be no match for Barcelona's assembly of thinkers and ball-players. The sight of the hulking defender Robert Huth sent on to do an impersonation of a centre-forward in the closing minutes spoke poorly for Mourinho's powers of invention. He has tried it before, and it has yet to work; in the context of this tournament's glittering history, it was an embarrassment.
Statistically, the odds against Chelsea going through last night were 20-1. Of 245 sides to have lost by a score of 2-1 at home in the first leg of a tie since the founding of the European Cup half a century ago, 95% had failed to recover their position in the return leg. The need to score two goals while holding Barcelona's brilliant trio of attackers at bay would have tested the combined ingenuity of Alexander the Great, Carl von Clausewitz and Vo Nguyen Giap, and the Portuguese controversialist proved last night that he was not quite up to the challenge.
His rejigged line-up almost brought dividends in the opening 20 minutes when Didier Drogba spurned two clear chances to give Chelsea the lead, both from headers. Having failed to reach Joe Cole's diagonal cross, he directed Arjen Robben's free-kick straight into the arms of Victor Valdes. Significantly, on neither occasion was he hampered by the proximity of an opponent. Barcelona's habit of attacking far more effectively than they defend was certainly in evidence, offering encouragement to Chelsea's ambitions.
Mourinho must have been chewing lumps out of his clipboard when those two opportunities went begging. Having spent the last few days demonstrating that he would not recognise the moral high ground if you gave him a lift there in a helicopter, he was trying to take the opportunity to re-emphasise his elevated standing among the present generation of coaches. Had Drogba capitalised on either of those openings, the match would have been set ablaze.
The coach had made his first appearance of the evening 40 minutes before the kick-off, standing in lonely majesty while watching his goalkeepers warm up. As he had promised, he was presenting himself as a human sponge for the cat-calls of the Catalans in the vertiginous five-decked grandstands. When Chelsea's players made their appearance, however, the home fans demonstrated that Mourinho had by no means succeeded in exhausting their derision. And as he settled into his seat in the dugout, with the stadium now full and seething with emotion, he would have attracted fewer photographers had he been a movie starlet removing her top on the beach at Cannes.
Yes, Mourinho is certainly a star. But the weakness of his squad may yet turn out to be the absence of performers whose light shines as brightly as his own. The application of rigorous organisation to modest resources can be enough win trophies, as he and Otto Rehagel proved with Porto and Greece respectively two years ago, but the approach has a limited shelf life, not to mention an even more limited appeal to neutrals.
At this level there could hardly be a greater contrast of approaches than the one existing between his side and Rijkaard's, which is another of the reasons their meetings have proved so compelling. Last night the presence of four Brazilian-born players in Barcelona's starting line-up meant that every time a Chelsea pass went astray, that was the last Mourinho's players would see of the ball for a couple of minutes.
Ronaldinho, after a quietly influential performance at Stamford Bridge, was clearly in the mood to turn the return into a more explicit display of his intuitive spontaneity. For a time he seemed to want to turn the match into an exposition of the art of the back-heel, as if out of some deeply felt desire to demolish once and for all the suggestion that coaches might be the ones who really decide matches. Before Lionel Messi succumbed to an injury in the 25th minute, the two of them had been weaving wonderful patterns between the Chelsea defenders
With an hour gone, and his side virtually becalmed, the Chelsea manager made one of his double substitutions. A year ago we would have expected it to produce a miracle. Now we know that Mourinho's gambles sometimes work and sometimes fall flat. Hernán Crespo's inability to force home Cole's brilliant ball to the near post was another example of a strategist failed by those entrusted with the execution of his plans.
A stroke of individual genius was what Chelsea needed then, but there is room for only one genius at Chelsea and he sits on the bench, in an expensive overcoat.
I seriously hope that Dicky Williams wrote the last sentence with his tongue firmly in his cheek.
Moris is a peasant, NOT a genius.
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:19 amPoor old Maureen's in serious need of a padded cell and a straitjacket if he thinks his team were better than Barca,if that were the case then you'd still be in it mate, and Robert Huth as a makeshift centre forward!!!!
Isn't the special one a tactical genius!
Isn't the special one a tactical genius!
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:24 amwell mourinho can eat his words coz his team played like last night. i tawt it was disappointing for chelsea standards they didnt realy take the game to barce. by the end of the 1st half it seemed to b already ova for chelsea. their defenders played well enough though, their midfield almost not existent and their strikers no real service given to them & chelsea got lucky with the penalty- atleast they left with some pride left in them
mourinho's a good manager but not the best yet. he still has a lot to accomplish with chelsea as compared to ferguson and wenger.
last night. i tawt it was disappointing for chelsea standards they didnt realy take the game to barce. by the end of the 1st half it seemed to b already ova for chelsea. their defenders played well enough though, their midfield almost not existent and their strikers no real service given to them & chelsea got lucky with the penalty- atleast they left with some pride left in themmourinho's a good manager but not the best yet. he still has a lot to accomplish with chelsea as compared to ferguson and wenger.
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 8:10 am500m of your money wasted you russian mafia clown on a portugese shyster with lots to say but little to show.
And next season, we will make you up in the league.
Keep felching each other
And next season, we will make you up in the league.
Keep felching each other
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 8:45 ammourinho was on sour grapes mode again last night saying the best team lost
what a fucking numpty that man can be at times
a complete norsiating piss wank of a human
what a fucking numpty that man can be at times
a complete norsiating piss wank of a human
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:03 am 
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:04 am quality ciggyi knew he was a wanker
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:34 amI cant see how anyone says that man is a tactical genius, he may change things by bringing on an extra striker against Bolton or Blackburn at home, but when it comes to the BIG games, the semi against us last season and Barcelona last night he was seriously found wanting.
He might of started with his 3 wide players, but they played so deep. Chelsea were chasing the game and never gambled once.
Robben and Duff did not get into the game at all and should of been hauled off at halftime.
To have Gudjohnson....(imo there best attacking player and biggest creative spark) on the bench was bemusing as well.
Crespo should also of been on earlier as Barca had worked out what to do with Drogba....one man challenging the physical balls the other sweeping behind picking off the loose ball.
To see him bring on Huth at the end as well, and leave SWP on the bench, topped it off for me, absolutely desperate AGAIN.
Over 2 legs they were outclassed and his comments about not being beaten when it was 11 vs 11 are naive as well.
Del Horno deserved to go after 2 shocking challenges on Barcas star player.
If he cant keep his players disciplined then its his fault.
He might of started with his 3 wide players, but they played so deep. Chelsea were chasing the game and never gambled once.
Robben and Duff did not get into the game at all and should of been hauled off at halftime.
To have Gudjohnson....(imo there best attacking player and biggest creative spark) on the bench was bemusing as well.
Crespo should also of been on earlier as Barca had worked out what to do with Drogba....one man challenging the physical balls the other sweeping behind picking off the loose ball.
To see him bring on Huth at the end as well, and leave SWP on the bench, topped it off for me, absolutely desperate AGAIN.
Over 2 legs they were outclassed and his comments about not being beaten when it was 11 vs 11 are naive as well.
Del Horno deserved to go after 2 shocking challenges on Barcas star player.
If he cant keep his players disciplined then its his fault.
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 11:15 amThis tactical genius thing is the great urban myth in my view. The system he employs works very well becuse he has Makeleli (a Ranieri buy) who is probably the best screening midfielder in World football, a choice of two of four of the best wide midfielders around and a rock solid defence. Allied to the goals of Lampard (another Ranieri buy, and if he IS the second best player in the World then Ronaldhino is the best best by an absolute country mile I must say) the system allows him to squeeze the life out of most teams.
Tactically however, there is little new or innovative IMHO. They bite hard and close down in packs when the ball is in a central area and take the foot off the gas when it gets played out to the full-backs, so encouraging teams to hit it long from there towards the peerless Terry with Makeleli sitting five yards infront of him.
That they choose the battering ram Drogba (who is a really good player in my view) over the guile and inventive running of the magnificent Crespo (is there anybody still who doesn't rate him? surely the most predatory and imaginative mover around uptop at the moment) says everything about their pragmatic approach and the fact they eshew the beautiful game.
There is no shame in not trying to play like Barcelona, Jeez if we play them you can expect the game to resemble a game of chess from first to last. The shame though is when you have the opportunity (which Chelsea clearly do) to construct a thing of beauty, a team to be talked about in years to come as one of the best, an "I saw" team and instead you choose to erect a monstrosity in the name of efficiency. There's no tactical genius in that for me.
Tactically however, there is little new or innovative IMHO. They bite hard and close down in packs when the ball is in a central area and take the foot off the gas when it gets played out to the full-backs, so encouraging teams to hit it long from there towards the peerless Terry with Makeleli sitting five yards infront of him.
That they choose the battering ram Drogba (who is a really good player in my view) over the guile and inventive running of the magnificent Crespo (is there anybody still who doesn't rate him? surely the most predatory and imaginative mover around uptop at the moment) says everything about their pragmatic approach and the fact they eshew the beautiful game.
There is no shame in not trying to play like Barcelona, Jeez if we play them you can expect the game to resemble a game of chess from first to last. The shame though is when you have the opportunity (which Chelsea clearly do) to construct a thing of beauty, a team to be talked about in years to come as one of the best, an "I saw" team and instead you choose to erect a monstrosity in the name of efficiency. There's no tactical genius in that for me.
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 12:57 pmgreat shout big mick
chelski looked lost for ideas as barca were tight all over the pitch, makele still had a good game but his out let to fatty was cut off so cheski couldn't get started. maureen was left with moaning pointlessly at the ref and trying to get on tele as much as poss.
did you see the after match interview the bloke has no respect for any other team or manager,
they are a team with out dignity, and when steamrolling over teams isn't working they look lost.
on another side point i would like the papers to start a campian about fat frank being off to barca in the summer because he looked pally with ronaldino at the end of the game, do you remember when SG shook maureens hand after the game the vultures were all over it, b@stards
chelski looked lost for ideas as barca were tight all over the pitch, makele still had a good game but his out let to fatty was cut off so cheski couldn't get started. maureen was left with moaning pointlessly at the ref and trying to get on tele as much as poss.
did you see the after match interview the bloke has no respect for any other team or manager,
they are a team with out dignity, and when steamrolling over teams isn't working they look lost.
on another side point i would like the papers to start a campian about fat frank being off to barca in the summer because he looked pally with ronaldino at the end of the game, do you remember when SG shook maureens hand after the game the vultures were all over it, b@stards