You talk like Julius Caesar before he succumbed to the Ides of March. Or Shankly before he succumbed to the 'electric chair' (that book must have made an effect on you) I do hope Gerrard is smelling blood, as there is blood to be smelled. Chelsea and City did bleed a little, while Arsenal returned to their training ground short a whole buttcheek. I'm saying Gerrard, as he does have a chip on his shoulder and can rally us from the back, while Suarez whose vampiric genes mean constant blood smelling, from the front. Chelsea did the same stupid thing that we did at WBA, sit back on a one goal lead. It's aligning pretty well for us. Now we have to grab the bull by the horns.
We play United the day after the Ides of March. Who's to say Utd players won't have conspired to assassinate Moyes the day before!
Our greatest challenge lies in our deepest fear..... Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
Sounds like it'was written by a taffy broad in heat, scribbling lusftul yearnings in her soft bed while praying to God that the hard class of Quantanera ravishes her...
I suppose after behaving like a pointless hardass for a whole day, an American lad is permitted to unwind when alone at night, find meaning and reflect on his fabulousness
Bluffs gone all Marianne rather than mariachi! Greatest challenge. Errors. Individual muppety errors...
