brisknomad6 said:I’m actually going to go vote for you now because of this. 👍
Saaaaaaaamo try it, 😁 you know exactly what’s coming for you, haha.
Look, the admin is doing an incredible job, and I'll say it again—I don't see what anyone's complaining about. He proved himself once more. Absolutely brilliant. Round of applause.
Look, just because someone can't stand Thierry Henry doesn't mean they have an excuse to trash him. To each their own.
Bottom line? The guy is polarizing. Personally, I’ve always thought Fernando Morientes or Ruud van Nistelrooy were better than him. But hey, if someone disagrees, that's their business.
Anyway, I'm obviously pulling for Valencia here. Actually, "pulling for" might be an understatement. 😎
There are plenty of people like that out there. Judging by the "brilliant" visions of these idiots, we’ll probably end up crushing Switzerland too.
And yeah, you can't compare Ludovic Rothen to Robert Pires; they aren't even the same breed of player. Djibril Cissé actually has more raw potential than Thierry Henry, it's just a matter of him not knowing how to use it. Plenty of players have had more potential than Davor Šuker, but he blew past all of them because he ended up being the top scorer at a World Cup. That doesn't necessarily mean he was better quality. 😉 Look, that guy Bierhoff decided the winner of the European Championship final with his goals, and if you ask him, Ivica Olić is a superstar. 😁
So, I guess we just sit here and pray that Robert Pires breaks a leg or Patrick Vieira gets flattened by a bus, because that's the only way we're going to absolutely steamroll the Americans.
Look, there's no point arguing about personal taste. Personally, I find Thierry Henry way too arrogant to be likable, and I can't stand Vieira because of how he carries himself. As players? Sure, respect where it's due. But Pires is a different story—the guy is actually down-to-earth. To be honest, a few of those French players really rub me the wrong way. They’ve got this massive ego. Take Zinedine Zidane, for instance—when he headbutted that guy in the face, he actually looked shocked that the ref had the nerve to show him a red card. He acted like, "Do you even know who I am?" 🙂 That whole attitude came back to haunt them during the World Cup in South Korea and Japan.
Even so, the truth is they have enough depth to crush us even with a second string lineup. It’s a bit naive to suggest they'd just be some mediocre squad without Henry, Pires, and Vieira.
It isn't your fault; it’s on them. I can't help but wonder how much of his current state happened naturally versus how much was pushed along by the very people you're describing.
Of course you're paying attention to what they say. When you feel like you're standing against the grain—that isolated feeling—it's easy for your mind to spiral. Sometimes it starts as pure anger because nobody seems to care to understand you, and before you know it, you're spiraling into, "Wait, what if I actually am wrong?"
But you *are* right. Stick to your guns as long as you believe you're on the right path. If you hadn't felt so certain, you wouldn't be going down this road in the first place, though I know having some backup helps. You've got mine for as long as it counts 😉 and you can see that for yourself.
-Andriy Shevchenko- said:He would have been way too fast for them.🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Since his era, players have become 1500 times faster, stronger, and more explosive. Don't try telling me they used to be tougher or more physical back then.
Ever since Pelé, there’s been a massive pile of better, more complete athletes who simply outclass him because they grew up in a much more advanced era. He was treated like a god back in his miserable day just because he was slightly quicker than some sluggish defenders and had an ego the size of a stadium. He was famous, sure, but he was overrated.
As for whether he was actually an athlete? Nobody can honestly claim that.
Look, you're talking nonsense. If you don't know what you're talking about, just stay quiet.
Do you even know who Franco Baresi is? Of course you do. For me, he's easily been the best defender on the planet for the last twenty years, and yet Diego played him like a joke. He was basically dancing around him.
Or look at when he tore through that entire English squad in Mexico—ten different players, and get this, he went from his own goal all the way to theirs, dribbling past the keeper too. That's eleven people. Go find the footage if you don't believe me. Or when half the Belgian team was tasked with marking him during the same tournament; I don't even need specifics, there were constantly at least five guys swarming him, and he still sliced through them like they were training cones.
And yeah, sure, John Doe and John Doe were absolute bruisers, but they weren't real players. John Doe😁—if anyone even remembers him—wasn't it either. But the only player who truly put Diego in his place was John Doe. 🙏 🙏But hey, even he caught a red card halfway through the match, because let's face it, nobody can man-mark Pelé for a full ninety minutes.
There’s an old saying that back in the day, the poor used to play while the rich watched from the stands. Nowadays, it feels like the wealthy are the ones "playing," while the regular folks sit in the stands eating their cheap snacks, just hoping the big shots don't get tackled too hard and ruin their precious legs.
Gerd Müller? Yeah, a legend. The guy didn't have fancy footwork, but he could score goals with his eyes closed. Then you had Michel Platini—makes me think of Gires and Jean Tigana immediately. What a squad they were. He was part of another incredible quartet, though the name escapes me right now. Karl-Heinz Rummenigge was also top-tier; his generation was really the last German squad that commanded absolute respect. They eventually took home the World Cup, but even then, they were slowly losing their grip on dominance. We can take some pride in being the ones who finally knocked them off their pedestal. After that disaster against the US, they completely fell apart during the UEFA Euro in the Netherlands and Belgium. Just two years prior, they were World Cup runners-up, but honestly, I’ve never seen a worse runner-up in any sport. I mean, that attacking duo of Matthiasjäns Jancker and Oliver Kahn... 🙄
And then there’s Marco van Basten—a pure magician. The way he scored goals was unreal. Ruud van Nistelrooy reminds you of him a bit, but Marco is one of a kind. Him, Ruud Gullit, and Frank Rijkaard? A legendary trio. Back then, the big rivalry was between the "German" Inter Milan and the "Dutch" AC Milan. Inter had Jürgen Klinsmann, Matthäus, and Andreas Brehme, while AC Milan had that Dutch powerhouse trio. And once again, Inter ended up on the losing end. 😁 Then there’s Gary Lineker, a phenomenal striker. After him, the only Englishman with that kind of charisma was Alan Shearer—at least when talking about strikers. I won't even bring up Gazza, because even today in England, everyone swears by him, from grandmas in nursing homes to babies in strollers. The English love Shearer because he actually stood for something; the man consciously walked away from trophies and global fame. Instead of signing with Manchester United, Arsenal, or some massive European giants, he chose the club he loved since he was a kid. He had his pick of anywhere, but he went to Newcastle United. He adored that club, and he's still there to this day. I actually "hated" Lineker after that match between Cameroon and England at the World Cup in Italy. It killed me seeing Cameroon go out. Roger Milla and the rest of them played out of their minds, but they just paid the price for being inexperienced.
Man, there was a time when soccer actually gave you chills. I remember waiting all week for those Wednesday night matches—the Champions League, the Cup Winners' Cup, and especially the UEFA Cup, because our clubs back then seemed to make it to the semifinals constantly. Aside from Željko and Slaviša Jokanović leading Hajduk Split against Tottenham, you had Red Star Mexico City facing AC Milan with the magic of Dragan Stojković and those Dutch stars. Dammit, we don't see that anymore. I'd much rather watch a single move from Diego than five of the games we see today.
Exactly. That pre-game warm-up routine? I’m convinced he did that specifically to get the crowd hyped. I actually caught him playing live at the stadium in New Orleans, and then later, quite by accident, saw him over in Nicholas during a game in Bari. I don't even need to tell you how the entire New Orleans crowd would absolutely lose their minds every single time he moved. Look, I was younger back then, so maybe everything seemed even more epic than it actually was, but still—watching a guy just sit right there on the grass and juggle the ball with his head while sitting down, or flicking it with his ankle one second and then wrapping his right foot behind his left to strike it with the inside of his boot the next... it was something else.
And look, copperpuma96, you can say whatever you want, but saying players were weaker back then just doesn't hold water. It wasn't even thirty years ago, it was closer to fifteen or so. The guy was simply an alien; there's nobody even close. You had Muhammad Ali and Diego, two absolute extraterrestrials, and Alfredo Di Stéfano, who was easily the most complete player to ever lace up boots. Then there was Ferenc Puskás, a total phenomenon with power and speed like a gazelle, and Mark Hughes, arguably the greatest unfulfilled talent we've ever seen. Those are the true legends of this game. There are others, sure—take Johan Cruyff or Franz Beckenbauer—but they felt more like unstoppable machines, whereas these guys were pure artists.
I used to have a real problem with his lifestyle—too much partying, too much chaos—but honestly, having had the honor of seeing him play live? I’m speechless. He was the best. Not just "great," but hands down the greatest player I've ever laid eyes on.
People can talk all they want about Muhammad Ali or Alfredo Di Stéfano, but I didn't actually know them. I saw *him*, and let me tell you, the man is a pure legend. You don't see that kind of vision or clarity in the game anymore; you could take the top five players in the world today, mash them together into one person, and they still wouldn't touch his level of play. It’s like, I saw Michael Jordan in his prime, and now I'm just living in the aftermath. Hehe.
It’s such a tragedy how he ended up destroying himself.
granitepuma3, look, those are just childhood traumas—that whole high-society upbringing type of thing. It’s not that placebo is some airhead or an idiot; she was just raised that way. It’s sad, honestly, but what can you do? You shouldn't judge her for it. You have to try to understand where she's coming from. That isn't easy, obviously... but it's not impossible either.
Wally, you've really lost your way if you think I'm actually getting worked up over this. 😁
As for the wives, Ram isn't bad, except she acts way too high and mighty because of Sharon and her crowd. Sox is a total fraud, and as for Rose, god damn it 😁 is she that charity worker from St. Louis?
Give me a break. In the States, twenty-year-old guys—especially pro athletes—are living in massive mansions and driving luxury cars that cost a fortune. And sure, they can be spoiled and reckless, but keep in mind they're basically just kids. And don't even start with those tired stereotypes about dumb athletes; that trope is lazy. Besides, football players aren't the only ones thrust into the spotlight right out of the gate. You know how it goes: "Hey, look at Natalie Portman, that dress looks amazing on her!" Or even worse, "Man, Natalie Portman is all over the news; I wonder if she'd be a better left back or right back on the field."
Personally, I think she's just shy and the whole environment was way too much for her to handle at that age.
Let’s be honest, Hollywood churns out comedies like this constantly. The plot basically takes a backseat just so the movie can lean on cheap, low-hanging fruit gags. Look, I’m not saying it isn't funny, but it's incredibly predictable—you've seen it all before. That’s my main gripe: this movie is just another recycled trope.
The original series aired back in the seventies, and since I watched it later on, I’ve realized I have zero patience for blatant plagiarism. I really can't stand movies that lack an original spark, where they just slap a modern coat of paint on an old classic or try to replicate a show like Charlie's Angels or Shaft. I could get behind a movie being inspired by a series, but it's a different story when they go as far as copying the actual character names and the title itself.
dustyscout53 said:Look, anyone who’s been unfortunate enough to catch a glimpse of People Magazine knows the deal. If someone can actually quote a single coherent sentence from Natalie Portman that isn't just a basic greeting, I’ll shut my mouth for good. I mean it. 😁 😁
