Bellers still doesn't know when to shut his mouth...

Looks like the mouthy little twat is trying to peddle his book.....

A fantastic player for us but a horrible little **** off the pitch IMHO who brought nothing but trouble to every club he went to.


http://www.mirror.co.uk/sport/football/news/craig-bellamy-autobiography-alan-shearer-1922766?

In this latest exclusive extract from his new book, Bellamy recalls a text-message row with his old Newcastle strike partner


"I certainly wasn’t scared of his 'Big, hard Al' act. Younger boys than me put him in his place"
Getty
I felt bad for Newcastle when they lost their 2005 FA Cup semi-final to Manchester United.

They had loaned me out to Celtic by then, but I still had a lot of affection for them.

They lost 4-1 and were never in it.

Afterwards, Alan Shearer did a television interview.

He mentioned shortcomings in defence, which made me laugh.

Alan needed to look at himself a bit more. He wasn’t the player he had been and now he was trying to pass the buck.

It was sad, because I had so much admiration for Alan as a player and I learned so much from him. But time had caught up with him.

I had seen the semi-final.

I had seen how poorly he performed personally.

I thought it was wrong for him to do an *interview afterwards in those circumstances.

So I got my phone out and texted him.

“F****** typical of you,” I texted. “Looking at everyone else yet again. You need to look at yourself instead. Your legs are f****** shot. Concentrate on yourself and let the team take care of itself.”

I got one back from him straight away.

“If I ever see you in Newcastle again,” he wrote, “I’ll knock you out.”

“I’m back in Newcastle next week,” I texted back. “Pop round and say hello.”

I certainly wasn’t scared of him.

I’ve seen his bite.

His 'Big, hard Al' act wasn’t for me.

I have seen younger boys than me put him in his place on the team coach.

I watched him digging out Lomana LuaLua once, and when LuaLua told him to go to the back of the coach and say it to his face, Al didn’t fancy that much.

He didn’t move an inch.

 

http://www.mirror.co.uk/sport/football/news/craig-bellamy-autobiography-golf-club-1922686

Craig Bellamy on... that golf club, John Arne Riise and what really happened in Portugal

30 May 2013 22:02

In the first fascinating extract from his autobiography, Bellamy tells how Liverpool's infamous Algarve trip descended into chaos

Craig Bellamy’s autobiography, GoodFella, lays bare one of the most notorious incidents in recent English football history.

In February 2007, Liverpool travelled to Portugal for a five-day training camp to prepare for their Champions League second round tie against Barcelona.

On the last night on the Algarve, Liverpool boss Rafa Benitez allowed the players out for a meal but it was disrupted by an argument between Craig Bellamy and John Arne Riise, whose nickname was Ginge...

Ginge was a nice enough lad.

He was a bit of a child. He was insanely *competitive. If there was a competition to see who could ping a shot against the crossbar, he was always mad keen to win it.

People used to make a joke of it and say: ‘I bet Ginge could do that’.

That night at Vale do Lobo, I was sitting with Steve Finnan, who was my *room-mate, Sami Hyypia and Ginge.

I told Ginge he had to sing a song. I might have said it a couple of times. He said he didn’t want to do it.

I mentioned it again and he snapped. He got s****y about it. He got up and started shouting. “Listen,” he yelled, “I’m not singing and I’ve had enough of you banging on about it.”

Sami told me to ignore him and Ginge left fairly soon afterwards. But as the evening wore on and I had more to drink, it started eating away at me.

At that time, the way I was, I didn’t know how to control my emotions if someone disrespected me in front of the rest of the players.

I am one of the worst people on drink. It doesn’t agree with me.

After a while, I told Finnan we were going.

I told him I wanted to sort it out with Ginge.

“I’m not having that,” I said to Finny.

“What are you on about?” he said.

“That ginger f****** p****, he ain’t speaking to me like that,” I said.

Finny told me to ignore him. He told me to forget it and go to bed.

“I’m not ignoring him,” I said. “I’m going to go to his room.”

Finny told me to calm down.

“No, let’s go to our room,” he said.

He was trying to humour me, like a warder with a madman.

We did go back to our room but I still couldn’t let it go.

We had a shared lounge with bedrooms that were upstairs.

Our golf clubs were in the lounge. I’d got one out as I was stewing over what Ginge had done.

It was an eight iron.

I started taking a few practice swings with it.

“Let’s go and see him now,” I said.


"I just whacked him across the backside ... if I’d taken a proper swing, I would have hit the ceiling with my backlift"
Action

I just wanted to wind Ginge up a bit.

He had tried it on with me once or twice in training. He had given me a little nudge in the back.

I’d just look at him and think ‘F*** off, Ginge.’

So we got round to his room and I knocked on the door. There was no answer.

So I tried the door and it was open. I let myself in and turned the light on.

Ginge was in bed.

He was facing away from me and covering his eyes with his hands because the lights had been switched on.

I just whacked him across the *backside with the club.

You couldn’t really call it a swing. It was just a thwack, really.

If I’d taken a proper swing, I would have hit the ceiling with my backlift.

Finny, by the way, was hiding behind the door at that point.

Ginge panicked.

He curled up in a ball with a blanket.

“You ever speak to me like that in front of people again,” I told him, “I will wrap this round your head.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said.

“Yes you f****** did,” I barked at him.

“No, no, I didn’t,” he insisted.

“Yes, you did,” I told him again. “That’s a couple of times you’ve pulled that f****** stunt on me and it won’t be happening any more.”

I was warming to my theme now, like people who have had too much to drink usually do.

I threatened him a few times.

“And if you’ve got a problem with any of this, come and see me in my room tomorrow,” I told him. “Don’t go moaning about it.”

I look back at what I did now and I cringe.

It was pathetic. It was stupidity of the highest level. It was drunken, bullying behaviour.

Eventually, I left.

As Finny and I were going back to our room, the coach pulled up outside and all the players poured off it.

They bumped into us in the corridor and, not knowing anything of what had just gone on, piled into our lounge.

It had been a big night. Nobody even noticed the golf club in my hand. Or if they did, they didn’t mention it.

So the night out continued.

The lounge got wrecked basically.

Sofas were turned upside down, lampshades got knocked off lamps, somebody even chucked a plate at one stage and it split someone’s head open.

By the time I went to bed, that room was not a pretty sight.

The next thing I knew, Finnan was knocking on my door.

“The Gaffer and Pako are downstairs,” he said. ‘Oh, s**t’, I thought. ‘There are a whole number of reasons why they might be here’.

I went downstairs. It was not a pretty picture.

Rafa and his assistant, Pako Ayesteran, were sitting on a sofa that they must have had to pull upright themselves.

Rafa - the most ordered, controlling man I knew - surrounded by utter chaos, by a scene that screamed out loss of control.

There were plates and lampshades everywhere.

Rafa looked at me and told me to put some shoes on before I cut my feet on some debris.

“John Arne Riise has just come to my room to say you attacked him with a golf club,” Rafa said.

“I wouldn’t say I attacked him, exactly,” I said.

I gave him my version. I was already full of remorse.

Rafa looked bemused. It turned out he had had quite a night himself.

A little while later, Dudek appeared with grazes down the side of his face.

“What the f*** happened to Jerzy?” I asked.


Save me: Dudek was bailed out (literally) by boss Benitez

After I had left the previous night, things had got out of hand.

Jerzy had refused to leave the bar and the police were called and he had ended up in the cells. Rafa had to go and bail him out.

I actually felt relieved.

‘That’s miles worse than my one,’ I thought as I stared over at Jerzy. ‘That might save me.’

That delusion didn’t last long...

 

****ing prick. I hate the little cock knocker. You can bet his versions of those two stories are world class horse ****. The **** he said about the club and fans after he left meant he was a knob as far as I'm concerned.

I bet he doesn't mention anything about doing massive lines of coke in Malmaison after a defeat the little soft cock.

 

Hardly peddling his book is it? It says in your own post they're extracts and you link it to the national press.

Could it be a possibility your hero is actually a dickhead? Alan is your hero with bloody good right but do heros guarantee a lovely personality? He certainly has none when he's on tv.

Personally I think both are them are arseholes but my opinion is not important. I just find it an interesting psychology how people are with their heros. I'm a nick cave fanatic have been for years and years. But it's only been until the last few that I've realised he an arrogant ****er. A genius ****er but a ****er all the same.

 

"It was sad, because I had so much admiration for Alan as a player and I learned so much from him. But time had caught up with him."

Ok so Alan may no longer have been able to scale the dizzying heights he'd scaled in his prime (carrying the team basically), but why would that spark such vitriol toward a player he so admired?

The difference is Shearer loved the club in his heart and was hurting – but still had the balls to stand in front of the camera and give some kind of explanation to his fellow fans.

He wasn't looking out for number one and sodding off to Celtic on loan. Selfish, selfish Alan!

 

He's signed a deal with the mirror to serialise parts of his book. This isn't out of the goodness of his heart... it's to promote his book, hence the plugging nature of the piece. This is common where so called celebrities sign exclusivity deals to get maximum exposure.

Also... I don't recall calling him a hero? He was a class player on his day but as I said in my post a horrible little **** off it.

My heroes are people like Supermac, Shearer, Keegan, Beardsley, Ferdinand, SBR... people who I've met and are as nice off the pitch as they are on it.

 

Bellers was just an attention seeking belltop. He hated the fact that Alan would always get the glory. This is a complete lack of class... but am I surprised?.... nope......

The fact is he's scratching around for horseshit to throw into his book to try to peddle a few copies.

It will be in Poundland by Xmas....

 

1. Ah fair do
2. Sorry, I wasn't clear. The hero I was refering to was Shearer in ref to CB's dig at him trying to bully people (elledged)

I Just find Shearer to come across very moody and sullen. His forehead wrinkles are that of someone who frowns a lot. What if CB's 'lies' are just 'bent truths'.

 

Thought everyone knew Shearer was a bit of a pr!ck? But you kinda need that to get to the very top. Not everyone can be Beardo or Les.

 

Didn't know that. Ha ha. The Mags in my family won't hear a bad word said about him. Thought that was the general consensus. My bad. I hate that my hero is a ****er.

 

Got no problem with Shearer. Seems a decent enough bloke, he just never liked pricks like Bellamy or Gillespie. People like Bellamy say he was a bully because he told them to their face they were nowt but jumped up little tarts. He did have a bit of power here, and that's because he earnt it with his deeds. Not his mouth like some...................

Bellamy didn't like him because the bloke was very professional and he demanded high standards from the team. He would drink but you'd never find him knocking over tables down the quayside or doing things he shouldn't on the Friday night before a game like Bellamy, Dyer or Bramble. At least Dyer is man enough to admit the mistakes he made and say "yeah I was a prick".

Shearer did have a little bit of arrogance but everytime I've met the bloke he has been nothing but polite, and a hell of a lot more interesting than he is on the TV! When you used to go corporate in the Hall/Shepherd days, two players would come round after the game and chat/say hello etc. Shearer, Speed, or Rob Lee - you were laughing. They'd chat away and give you the time of day. Bellamy, Dyer, Jenas? You were the **** on their shoe. Speed was a good friend of Bellamy and he knew he was a cock. Speed just shook his head one time and apologised on his behalf.

 

Bellers opened his mouth and just let anything come out, he should have thought before opening it, but that wasn't Bellers way.

 

He has a right chip on his shoulder.

 

Is that how CB got to where he was? Not sure that was how you intended that comment.

 

I can believe this.

Always had a soft spot for Norwich

 

Yep that did happen, Craig Fleming drove him everywhere before he could drive

 

A couple of years ago a mate got into an arguement with 'bellers' on a night out in Cardiff. They had a race up Caroline street (chippy alley). He lost and got arsey. He ended up phoning his mates in the Cardiff soul crew (football hooligans) to come and sort my mate and his friends out. They basically waited in a random takeaway until police turned up and people dispursed.

True story.

 

One day he'll get a right good hiding.

 

He did Mr Carver put him on his arse in the departure lounge of Newcastle airport When SBR was in charge.He picked on the wrong one that day.