by : Chris Sherrard
Ring announcer: And introducing his challenger fighting out of the specially prepared black and white corner representing Newcastle United, weighing in at a sturdy 16 stones and standing at 5ft 9, it’s the former England, Ipswich and Barcelona boss, Sir Bobbbbbbyyy ‘The Legeeeennnddd’ Robbbbbssssooonnn.
The Stamford Bridge faithful break into a ripple of applause for the oldest manager in the Premiership.
Ring announcer: And to accompany him down to the ring it’s every one’s favourite Geordie pairing, singing their legendary track, it’s Ant and Dec with ‘Let’s Get Ready To Rumble’.
Andy: Oh wicked!
Martin: So this is why you want Robson to win.
Andy: Too right. I love these guys!
Martin: Do you remember a minute ago I raised my concerns about your age, well …
Andy: Look I’m old enough to know better but I just can’t control my actions.
Sir Bobby emerges from behind the curtain staggering about sipping on a bottle of Newcastle Brown with the Geordie entertainers at his side singing their little hearts out.
Martin: What’s up with Robson? He looks wrecked! I know the Geordies were knocked out of Europe but come off it Bobby, you’ve still got fifth place to fight for.
Robson stumbles down the ramp and is helped into the ring by Ant and Dec. Ranieri offers his hand to Robson who drunkenly snatches at it and shakes abruptly.
Andy: You’re right you know. Robson’s half cut.
Ant and Dec leave the ring and Robson continues swigging from the bottle. Claudio looks on bemused and whips the bottle out of Robson’s hand and pours some down his throat.
Martin: Ranieri is going to regret that. Robson’s seething.
Andy: But what’s this? Ranieri has pulled out a bottle of Italian wine and two glasses!
Martin: What a gentleman.
Robson’s face lights up as he cracks open the bottle of wine and pours out a huge glass.
Martin: We might as well be down the pub if we’re just going to watch these two get lashed up.
Andy: That’s the best suggestion you’ve ever had!
Robson downs his glass and then falls over and head butts Ranieri’s left knee on the way down, forcing the Italian to crumple up on the canvas in a heap and spill his drink.
Martin: Was that an accident or is this some evil plan of Robson’s?
Andy: I don’t know but Ranieri’s clearly struggling and at the mercy of Sir Bobby.
Robson stumbles back to his feet, pours himself another drink and downs it, when he falls on Ranieri again, crashing his elbow into his collarbone.
Andy: What is going on here? Either Robson has turned into George Best or he’s devised a cunning plan to injure Claudio.
Martin: The Tinkerman was already down with a sore knee and now he’s damaged his collarbone.
Robson rolls off of Ranieri and uses the rope to get back to his feet. He crawls under the ring and pulls out a crate of Newcy Brown and throws a few into the crowd.
Robson: Go on ya Southern softies, get some of these down ya neck.
Robson opens up a few and starts pouring bottle after bottle down Ranieri’s neck.
Andy: What a move by Robson. Ranieri may have mastered the English language but there’s no way he’ll manage to conquer the English way of drinking.
Martin: Well that’s been twelve bottles now and Ranieri’s totally pie eyed.
Suddenly Ranieri grabs hold of a bottle and smashes it over Robson’s head.
Andy: What was that? How did he manage that?
Robson falls out of the ring with blood pouring from his head and Ant and Dec rush to his aid while Ranieri struggles to gain his feet. The Chelsea fans voice their encouragement to Ranieri to get back to his feet.
Andy: Come on Claudio, you can do it!
Martin: 40,000 fans are willing Ranieri up. This is extraordinary.
Ranieri slowly gets to his feet and grabs a microphone.
Ranieri: (In perfect Geordie) Why aye man. That’s grand stuff!
Andy: What’s going on? Ranieri’s a Geordie!!!
Ranieri: See that Titus Bramble man … he’s some player man. Roman, eh, Roman, get me Bramble man.
Martin: How mullered is he? Titus Bramble? I wouldn’t even let him play for Athletico Jericho.
Andy: Athletico who?
Martin: Exactly!
Suddenly the stadium falls into a deathly cold and the lights begin to flicker.
Andy: Roman’s forgot to pay the electricity again! … Hey it’s getting a bit cold in here. What’s going on?
A huge spotlight lights up and points to the top of the ramp and there’s a strange pointy nose, puppet like figure, standing there.
Martin: What is that atrocity? It looks like something out of a horror movie.
Andy: It’s worse than that Martin … It’s the flipping Judderman!
Martin: The Judderman! Ohmigod!
The Stamford Bridge faithful screech in horror and thousands of blues swarm for the exits. The Judderman points at Ranieri.
Judderman: Beware of the Judderman, my dear, when the moon is fat!
Ranieri: But the moon isn’t fat, man. Vanessa Feltz, now that’s fat!
The Judderman jerkily moves towards ringside and the remaining members of the public cover their eyes with their hands as the scariest man in a TV advert ever enters the ring.
Andy: Ranieri’s dead. There’s no way he’ll defeat that beast.
Martin: The Tinkerman Vs The Judderman. Who would have ever thought they’d see this?
Ranieri picks up a bottle of Newcastle Brown and smashes it over the Judderman’s head.
Andy: Come on Claudio that’s not going to work against him.
Martin: Oh I don’t know. Pouring some of that down his neck instead of that pathetic girly drink he advertises could just do the trick.
The Judderman grabs hold of Ranieri and looks menacing when suddenly Roman Abramovich enters the ring and drags the Judderman off of his manager.
Martin: This is a turn up for the books. Abramovich helping Ranieri.
Andy: He’s probably going to pay him off.
Suddenly Abramovich takes a huge chunk out of the Judderman’s neck and blood squirts out into the crowd.
Martin: Urgh you’re joking me. Roman’s got a huge problem. He just can’t stop eating people!
Andy: Somebody should put a muzzle on him.
The Judderman howls in agony as Abramovich continues tucking into him until all that’s left is a pile of bones. The Stamford Bridge crowd falls into a hushed silence.
Martin: No wonder he’s a billionaire. Look at all the money he saves on food by eating humans!
Out of nowhere Bobby re-enters the ring and dropkicks Abramovich out of the ring.
Martin: Woah, I haven’t seen something that old in the air since the Spitfire.
Ranieri turns round, still legless, and gets Robson in a sleeper hold, executing it perfectly.
Andy: What a move! It looks as if all those hours watching American wrestling has paid off.
Martin: There’s no way Robson will get out of this.
Out of nowhere Ant and Dec enter the ring and try and grasp Ranieri’s fingers apart but to no avail. Robson’s face turns blue and there’s no sign of life in him. Ant then kicks Ranieri in the coupon while Dec smashes another bottle of Newcy Brown over his head but still no affect. Outside the ring Abramovich stands up and his eyes are sheer white. He flies into the ring and swoops on Ant and Dec before flying and dropping them out of the stadium.
Martin: Well that’s taken care of those two little punks.
Andy: And it looks as though Ranieri has taken care of Robson. He’s out!
Ranieri relinquishes his grip and celebrates with the crowd when Abramovich swoops back into the ring.
Martin: What does he want now? Don’t tell me he wants rid of Ranieri still.
Suddenly he begins ripping Robson apart with his teeth.
Andy: Roman, for Pete’s sake. Here’s a tenner, go and get yourself a proper meal.
Ranieri tries to stop Roman but the Russian stares at Claudio with death in his eyes and the Italian decides to leave him at it and exits the ring when suddenly Arsene Wenger appears on the video screen.
Andy: What is this all about?
The Stamford Bridge faithful boo their London rival.
Wenger: Congratulations Claudio. You did well. However I’m here to warn you that when I bury Graeme Souness alive next week I am coming for you.
Ranieri laughs as he stands at the bottom of the ramp.
Wenger: I can’t believe you got lucky against my team of world-beaters to knock us out of the Champions League which was rightfully ours.
The Chelsea fans cheer Wenger’s last statement.
Wenger: However you got your comeuppance against my former club Monaco. I just hope that Roman keeps you in a job long enough for me to get my hands on you and destroy you for that fluke result you recorded against my champions in the Champions League. Then I will make sure my great Gunners will rule the Premiership for years to come. I will get you Claudio, mark my words, I will!
The screen goes black and Ranieri walks up the ramp looking extremely worried.
Martin: Wow! Wenger’s furious at Ranieri and obviously wants him in the semi finals.
Andy: I wonder if Ranieri will try and take the initiative and confront Wenger next week when he battles Graeme Souness?
Martin: Whatever happens I’m sure that next weeks brawl will be one of the most controversial brawls in history. To find out who will join Ferguson, Allardyce, and Ranieri in the semi finals next week, be sure to tune into squarefootball.net TV for exclusive coverage.
Andy: Until next week fight fans don’t drink and fight … you don’t want to waste any!
Colin Illingworth
07/05/2004Luck is not something Liverpool Football Club has had to rely on in the past. But gone are the days when Shankly’s men would blast teams away and dominate our domestic game. This season’s version of the club have had to depend on the shortcomings of others to qualify for the Champions League. And it isn’t good enough.
Newcastle’s draw with Southampton handed the vital, and much sought-after, fourth Champions League spot to the Merseysiders. They will be grateful for it but it isn’t the way Liverpool sides are supposed to enter Europe’s premier club competition. A team with the history and credentials of Liverpool should be barging into the event like the giants they are, or were. Not sneaking in through a back window like footballing imposters.
But now they have qualified, there is no reason why they can’t use it as a springboard from which a new generation can be formed. It’s clear that there will be money - either Thai or Scouse – at Anfield over the summer months. If it is spent wisely, Liverpool can support the homegrown players, and the few genuinely deserving of their places, with real quality.
Everyone knows they need to replace the so-called ‘dead-wood’ with brighter, more exciting and talented players. The gamble of the unknown Frenchmen has failed, as have the Heskey and Diouf risks. Doubts will also continue to circulate about manager Houllier’s position until the uncertainty at the top of the club is settled.
But if ever Liverpool had a chance to be reborn, it is surely now. They are, effectively, at a crossroads. Steven Gerrard and Michael Owen, arguably the only real world-class performers at the club, are sure to stay with Liverpool through next season’s Champions League campaign. It wasn’t quite a necessity for them to stay, but in taking their place among football’s higher tier, Liverpool have given themselves more breathing space in persuading the England duo that they are at a club which is going places. Up to now, the only place they looked to be going was back to mid-table obscurity. Now, if they can manage to bring in the right men and forge a decent challenge in Europe, those two will consider staying at Anfield as an all-together more realistic and rewarding scenario.
Liverpool have not played well this season. They didn’t get close to winning the FA or UEFA Cups. They sit 30 whole points behind the champions Arsenal. Only captain, Steven Gerrard, has come out of this campaign with his reputation enhanced. Too often he has been single-handedly carrying a seriously uninterested red vehicle.
Like Ranieri at Stamford Bridge this time last year, Gerard Houllier couldn’t have envisaged having a massive summer war chest with which to perform the rebuilding job he needs to. Now, after promises of cash from near and far-east, his appetite for the job and the club should be rewetted. He knows, if the promise of investment comes true, he will be able to attract players who would have been out of range before. He needs to spend that cash wisely though. For Liverpool to kick on, there must be no £11million on the next Emile Heskey or likewise fee for a newer El Hadji Diouf. If Houllier can’t make the most of this opportunity he should do the decent thing and leave now. He won’t. So the Anfield faithful will be crossing every finger they have in the hope that he can erase the memories of this, and past season’s, failures.
But they have been somewhat gifted the final Champions League spot thanks to a mixture of rivals, Newcastle, having a breakdown and no-one else having enough quality to barge their way past them. It could be said that had the Geordies been able to keep all of their star players fit and healthy it would be them who finished fourth. Liverpool won’t be shedding any tears at their implosion, however.
For them it is an opportunity too good to miss. As Elvis said: “It’s now or never.”
Chris Sherrard
13/05/2004