Damn, and I thought you'd dreamt up a new racist crime for us to be pilloried for. After all, the old ones are starting to wear a bit thin.
Suarez is loved by many( Uruguayans and Liverpool fans) and disliked by most clubs in the premier league and the dutch league and Ghanaians. He's no angel and there is no denying that. However he plays with so much passion, it seems when people attempt to knock him, it makes him stronger. Gerrard was correct when he said ''You're wasting your time attempting to wind up Luis Suarez, he doesn't get upset, it just motivates him to inflict damage''. For all the abuse he's taken, its proven that his skin is thicker than an elephants. I don't think there is many players that would be able to put up with the abuse he's taken. Nothing seems to phase him, he just gets on with it. This shows guts and courage, and Luis Suarez has bags of both.
what, like the world cup? Cantona barely got a game for France Cantona, United legend, global who? He's known more around the world for what he's done since leaving United But do go on
Really...? Personally, I'd say Suarez is a much better player than Cantona was at the same stage of their careers, only time will tell on the rest. Cantona was the right player at the right time for Man Utd, he was exactly what they needed and it worked wonders. What happened when he was banned or after he retired...? That's right, nothing, Man Utd carried on winning. Cantona was not the be-all-and-end-all for Man Utd, he was simply the right man at the right time. I don't think Cantona is even in the top ten best for Man Utd
I was troubled by him, not when he handled the ball in the WC - OMG the hypocrisy of the outcry - but when he bit an opponent. But then we signed him and. like any proper fan. his prior msideameanours were no longer an issue for me. He's ours ans the more he's hated the more he's wumming all them Mancs, Chavs, Gooners and assorted media muppets.
Apologies: on iPhone so links won't work. Long but on topic article. By Daisy Cutter: In 2010/11 the endless hyperbole of the Premier League and Sky era finally brewed up a perfect storm of a season. It contained numerous freak score lines (Man United 1 – Man City 6, Man United 8 – Arsenal 2); two separate race rows, one of which saw the downfall of our national captain; a leading manager acquitted of tax evasion charges on the same day the England boss quit; that awful March afternoon when Bolton midfielder Fabrice Muamba fell ‘dead’ onto the White Hart Lane turf only to make a truly miraculous recovery; a series of mind-boggling refereeing decisions that determined cup final appearances and relegations; and a title race that gripped the nation ultimately climaxing with five unbelievable minutes even Hollywood would have dismissed as ridiculous. All this topped off by an English side beating the Germans on penalties. It was biblical in scope with high drama, conflict, redemption, sin, and even resurrection. I swear we’ll never see anything like that again* and we duly drank it in. But once the last dregs had been downed and the hangovers kicked in a nagging thought emerged: how on earth do we top that? Indeed the opening weeks of the new campaign have been akin to speed-dating checkout girls after being married to a temperamental, nymphomaniac supermodel. It’s all felt a little forced, a little flat, the passion, celebrations and head in hands moment even a touch fraudulent. Having a 2012/13 season at all – following such concluded perfection – feels as pointless and anti-climatic a venture as making Godfather III and the screams of outrage directed towards the rehashed race rows and ref debacles have the distinctive hollow ring of echoes. Thank goodness then for Luis Suarez, a man who could probably find controversy in a bowl of crunchy nut cornflakes. Love him or loathe him – and there is no hinterland of opinion when it comes to the toothy Uruguayan – here is a player who actively sets out to antagonise amidst the business of show; a man who recognises that football is pure theatre and that theatre requires a villain. And what a villain he makes; a relentless whirlwind of cartoonish indignation, exaggerated dives, and dark matter. In the sterile environs of a sport so suffocated by manufactured hysteria that an erroneous tweet can prompt screaming headlines we are lucky to possess any player with a genuine edge – I recently looked into the eyes of Phil Jones and could practically see the wall behind him. Suarez is not just sharpened by edge he is entirely made up of it. Sunday’s derby was a perfect encapsulation of all that makes him so thoroughly necessary for the game and even as a neutral in proceedings I found myself – for the first time this season – reinvigorated and wide-eyed, that old familiar electric juice coursing through my veins. First came the goal celebration, an echo of Balotelli’s Why Always Me? Moment but this was no pale imitation. In the vitriolic surroundings of a hate-charged Goodison Park Suarez threw himself comically through the air at the feet of his pre-match accuser Moyes. The release valve of his persecution complex (because you just know that Suarez the buck-toothed loon somehow believes that he has never dived in his life) produced a glorious snapshot of what football can and should be. It was a moment that animated those around you who ordinarily believe that the sport is just over-paid, pampered grown men kicking leather around. It transcended mere description. It was f***ing hilarious. Better yet, even in his finest hour thus far there was a customary transgression afoot as Suarez took the credit for another man’s error. Late on, after a typically bellicose performance and a typically deft finish to put Liverpool two up, our anti-hero further blotted a copybook that is now essentially a book of blots with a snidey ligament-breaker on Sylvan Distin. It was a jolting reminder that here is not a stage actor playing Iago but a real-life Iago in boots. It was heinous and unforgivable, as underhand as it was malicious. With an already tempestuous local affair now cranked up to hysteria Suarez could afford to settle into seeing out the game with a run into the channels here, a rebuke to a young team-mate for hogging there. His work was done. He had lit the tinderbox as I only wish more players would. But of course the best was reserved for last. It was a situation beyond his control save for his natural instinct to score – for his part Luis Suarez was merely doing his job – yet as the assistant referee raised his flag to the bafflement of anyone blessed with eyesight it is astounding how often these incidents of the noteworthy and surreal fall upon players such as he and Balotelli. Trouble, glory, infamy, and disgrace follow them like comet tails and they in turn redirect this convoluted mess of man, genius and flaw onto the pitch. Should Suarez remain on British shores for seasons to come there will undoubtedly be many occasions when I will write with fury and condemnation of his actions. But there will be no contradiction in that and what I write here. In fact precisely the opposite. Football needs Luis Suarez, for his sins as much as his talent. Because should we subsist on goals and hyperbole alone the sport is just that – a sport. And as last season so spectacularly illustrated it can – and should – be much more than that.
Suarez is playing for a mediocre team aspiring to play in the champions league (if lucky) whereas Cantona played for a title winning team .
What all the other fans forget who take glee in the fact that he's universally hated is that he honestly good not give less of a ****. hes just not arsed if you hate him or boo him, in fact he probably loves it as he feeds off it, and uses it as motivation and inspiration to play better and make dick heads like Moyes look stupid like he did on Sunday. Thats the best bit for me. All these people giving him **** thinking their getting at him don't realise that all their doing is making him more determined to do better so their actually helping him, and us. Long may it continue becaue he's that type of player that he'd lack an edge to his play now if the animosity stopped. Its his adrenaline rush. I hope he does more defenders like Distin too for all the times they kick **** out of him and get away with it week in and week out!
Good comparison. I'm sure he can help you get a similar trophy haul for Leeds, before buggering off to a bigger club to help them win loads of titles This. Let's be honest, Suarez is a bit of a ****. But everyone secretly loves a ****. Liverpool just wouldn't be the same without him around to poke some fun at, and I reckon most Liverpool fans would say the same if we got rid of Shrek, Granny Shagger and Camel Gob
Thats the thing mate. All those dick heads don't realise how much he's wumming them on the sly, completely making dicks of them and then pissing himself at them all with the rest of the lads agt Melwood. He couldn't give less of a **** if people boo him etc.
Different planet. Cantona turned the team into a title winning team. Suarez misses loads of chances and costs his team points
This was more or less the point of my OP, that his presence provides an outlet for everyone to express their love, loathing or whatever. If he wasn't there, there'd have to be someone else to take his place because football needs that sort of figure. Unfortunately, one or two of your somewhat slower compatriots thought it was another "Suarez Is Innocent" thread and felt moved to dust off the same old arguments, thereby completely missing the point.
You really are a bit of a tit, are you not? We did a fair bit of aspiring in 2005 and 2006. So, all-in-all....................... ...................FAIL
