Monthly Archives: January 2007

My dear Skipper,

Only moments ago did I hear about the news that you are to tie the knot with that ho fiancee of yours, Alex Curran. My fingers cannot keep up with my thoughts so I shall have to ask you to try and understand what I am getting at. Surely you will see the logic of my thoughts.

I shall begin by telling you that there are literally thousands of women who would gladly work themselves to the bone just to catch a whiff of your manly stature. Women who would forego themselves and their families just to be with you. A woman who would support in your every endeavor. Someone who doesn’t care if you bring home the bacon or end up packing actual bacon in the supermarket. Someone who is more interested in taking care of your two gorgeous little girls without having the need to compete with them for your attention. What I’m getting at is that, there are women who are more selfless and appreciative of what you have already done. Of course, I count myself as one of them. But this has gone beyond claiming you for myself. I now urge you to RECLAIM yourself.

What you need is someone stable in your life. Someone who knows what’s really important to you and the children. To be a mother and a wife is an entire job on it’s own. Lily and Lexie need parents who love each other and care for their children. They don’t need a model to strut around for them. They need a mommy that gets dirty in the kitchen to help them bake cookies and a daddy that will willingly eat whatever concoction they have made that afternoon. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want playdates with the wife and kids in the park instead of playdates with the nanny and the kids? Don’t you want to come home to a somewhat untidy house but know that it’s because your wife has so much to do and not because she’s been out the whole day smoking weed or stuffing crack up her nose?

I understand that for the past couple of years, you’ve been through a lot. I mean, becoming Captain of Liverpool, having Lily, the Champions League Finals, Chelsea’s offer, the World Cup, having Lexie, certainly will take a toll, even to the best of footballers. I may have an inkling as to why you are prepared to marry that slut Alex. As I’ve already said, you would want stability in your children’s lives. She is, after all, their birth mothers. But not all women who give birth become great mothers. Your desire to keep your life as private as possible, leads to coverups of your problems. I know that you cannot love Alex as much as the rest of us love you. You simply can’t.

Look deep into your heart. You may marry out of a sense of responsibility to this woman, but you can do that without having to give her your name. You can take care of her without ruining the sanctity of marriage. I suppose this is the part where I tell you to love me, marry me, let me make you happy, but I won’t. I want this to be that part where I tell you to let someone else make you happy. Blissfully happy. A happiness that knows no bounds. A happiness that doesn’t have a fine line. She can’t make you happy, Steven.

There’s so much more I’d like to say but words fail me now. My knees have gone weak and the emotions that I have hidden away have come to flood me now. Trust that you will hear from me again. Not until you show me and the rest of the skeptics out there that this is what you want .. that this is who you truly love .. I will not rest on this issue.

Yours always,

uneditedmara

Reacting from Football_Wife 

 

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I might be too busy with work to write a decent post. But I will never pass up this chance to link and let you know Liverpool’s man’s man is being honored. Ladies and gentlemen, please meet MY Jamie Carragher.

“You don’t half write some crap you,” Jamie Carragher said the first time he saw me at Melwood.

“Any chance of getting the man of the match right one day?”

Actually, he didn’t use the word crap. It was much scouser.

It was also said in that typical Carragher way. Sharp enough to sound funny, but blunt enough to make a point. You’ll have heard this tone many times since.

It’s the one that confronted Geoff Shreeves of Sky, who was asked ‘who’s bigger than Liverpool?’ after quizzing Carragher if Steven Gerrard could leave for a ’superior’ club.

And the one that cut off the poor Paxman imitator in his prime who urged Carragher to describe the ethos of Liverpool.

“What are yer goin on about mate?” was the appropriate response.

Reporters, especially the most pompous, regularly come a cropper and provoke the same humorously contemptible comeback whenever they try to trip him up.

Fortunately, those of us with more experience have learned the hard way never to ask him questions which are dumb, patronising or both. And pity the individuals who dare attempt to catch Carragher with the use of statistics. He’ll pounce as swiftly as he does when making last ditch tackles, with his encyclopaedic knowledge of Liverpool’s history ensuring even the match day programme writers need to be on their guard when compiling career details.

Carragher’s style of play echoes how he comes across to the media off the park.

Honest, dedicated, obsessive about football and always ready to go in where it hurts when he senses his club, team mates, city or family is getting a kicking.

How often do you hear him talking up players he feels are being unfairly treated? Probably because he’s been there himself. After all, it took him the best part of five years to stop those letters to the ECHO saying Liverpool would never win the big prizes with players like him in defence.

The Kop sings about a team of Carraghers now, but it wasn’t so long ago the one they’ve got wasn’t appreciated.

If Liverpool take a beating, you won’t see him quickening his step or accepting imaginary mobile phone calls to swerve reporters. If Liverpool win, he’s most likely to slip away unseen while others take the credit. Such modesty isn’t a calculated act.

Supporters regular call the ECHO with tales of Carragher’s charitable donations, a contribution recently recognised when he was given the freedom of Sefton.

In 2002 he agreed to write a World Cup column on the condition the payments were sent to Alder Hey Children’s Hospital, but didn’t want that publicised (a few years later I decided it was information which deserved to be shared).

Proceeds from his forthcoming testimonial will go to charity.

Most players go mad if they’re getting battered in a newspaper. Carragher gets more annoyed if he’s made to sound like he’s a world beater.

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To this day, touch wood, the only time he’s been angry with the ECHO was in 1999 when he was needed to play in the ‘unfamiliar’ role of centre-half because of an injury to Sami Hyppia.

“I’ll fill Sami’s boots,” read the headline. Carragher thought it made him sound big-headed, as if he was putting himself in the same class as Hyypia. Eight years on, it may seem astounding to supporters a world class centre-half like Carragher would take exception to anyone putting him in a bracket he so clearly is. The notion he’d have to fill anyone’s shoes is ridiculous. But it was all about the context. Creating an image of him bigging up himself, and more seriously demeaning one of his team mates, was unacceptable to him, and he made it known.

Fortunately, grudges don’t last and he’s got most reporters sussed. That’s not surprising as he and Steven Gerrard are the most requested for interview.

It’s a running gag in the reporting industry how when anyone starts on a newspaper, their first call will be to the Melwood Press Office to set up a meeting with Carragher, who has an inability to fail to be interesting and forthright in his opinions. Need a double page spread for your Saturday or Sunday supplement? Get hold of Carra and fill it with those condescending images about Bootle and scally kids made good (check the archives, it’s compulsory all ’serious journalists’ have to refer to this when writing about Carragher. If it’s Gerrard, just replace Bootle with Huyton).

And do you think the race for the title is hotting up? It’s nothing compared to the fight to write Carragher’s autobiography when he decides to do it.

All the Jimmy Hill Sunday Supplement crew are desperate for the nod, and have been known to end interviews with an appeal to write it for him. He’ll keep them all guessing, but his delay putting pen to paper is further evidence of his disinterest in the footballing cult of celebrity. He’s got a Premiership medal to win before he divides his career into chapters.

Let’s not forget, this is the fella who when asked if he’d sell his wedding photographs to Hello replied: “I’d rather sell them to The Kop Magazine for £1.”

Legendary status – and let’s not hear anyone say that’s going too far – wasn’t achieved overnight.

Across 10 years, Carragher has developed as the ultimate player of the people. The Kop loves him because they know he’s one of them. He thinks like them, gives his all as if it was is only appearance for the club, and shows the twin ecstasies of joy and grief as and when appropriate.

If he wasn’t playing, he’d be watching and travelling with the family entourage which never misses a game. How do we know? Because he did it in 2003 when he was recovering from a broken leg, joining his dad and cousin on the Happy Al’s coach to Middlesbrough and shouting at the incompetence of El-Hadji Diouf with everyone else in the away end.
Steven Gerrard has been the heart of the Liverpool at the start of this Millennium. Jamie Carragher is its soul.

Oh, and I nearly forgot. He’s also one of the greatest defenders Liverpool has ever had, and has many more years in red still to serve.
But you knew that bit already.

Source: Liverpoolfc.tv

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I leave you with brilliant Carra moments:

“When i used top play Sunday league footy, Cara’s younger brother used to play for Bootle i think. Anyways once when we played them me Dad shouted to me “If ya score a hatrick il give ya a fiver”, then straight after someone shouted “if ya score a hatrick then il give ya a grand” turned round and Cara was standing there on the line shouting to his bro. Was funny as fuck!!”

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“Dressing up as the hunchback of Notre Dame [for the Liverpool Christmas party, 1998] and cavorting with strippers on stage with his pants down.” [Whipped cream was involved.]

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“duff had just made an incredible and was then fouled, he gets up but as soon as he does jaimie sprinting from the other side of the pitch shoulder barges him to the floor. he gets a yellow but it was well worth it.”

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” JC: Hello my name is Jamie Carragher, mobile no *************, there’s a problem with my phone”

YL: “OK Mr Carragher what is the problem?”

JC: “Well it’s just not working, nothing, I can’t phone anyone”

YL: “Let me just check your details……. OK I see the problem, Mr Carragher, your bills haven’t been paid for a few months and the company has disconnected the line”

JC: “Oh, right, fucking agent, he’s supposed to look after that,  I’ll get that sorted”

*****

I heard he was having a drink with Teddy Sheringham and a few others. JC was going on about how much he admired Klinsman so teddy rang him and passed the phone across to Carra.

JC “Jurgen is that you?
JK “yes”
JC “get your haircut!” and hangs up.

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before chelsea game when he was asked about the move to other club and he said like:”Liverpool is the graetest team” and then “Does Gerrard know it?” Carra: “yeah, i’ve told him”… lol

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The best moment for me is when carra and gerrard were getting interviewed before the european cup final and when gerro was asked about his future carra said the stevie,
” just go. “

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I remember a story from when we were doing pre-season somewhere like Thailand just after that England friendly when Carra had worn the captain’s armband for last 5 minutes.  Owen and Carragher were warming up for training and jogging around the pitch when a huge group of fans started running alongside Owen.  Carra in response shouted “Never mind short-ar$e, I’m Jamie Carragher – captain of England!”

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In Auxerre after the Uefa cup game couple of years ago. Bunked in to ground after to watch warm down. Gabbing to players getting autographs and some cockney lad shouted “Where’s Michael Owen?” just as Carra was signing my ticket. Didn’t miss a beat, looked at me and then at lad and said, “What do you want him for he’s f***ing boring!”

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A couple of years back when Fulham visited Anfield it was about to be announced Steve Finnan would soon be joining the reds.

During a break in play Carra (then playing RB) was by the touchline waiting for the game to restart when he turns to the linesman and asks “So who the fuck is this Steve Finnan then?”

Source: Redandwhitekop.com

 

 We all dream of a team of Carras. 

After a week of work and a weekend away on an office outing, my child no longer recognizes me. She refuses to settle down when I’m carrying her and prefers her nanny. Wouldn’t it just be great if I could just be a stay-at-home mom? I mean, just until she gains consciousness of who is and is not her mother. Sadly, I do not have that luxury. Already I feel like I’m missing out on her life. Does anyone else feel like a bad parent? No? No one? Okay then. Carry on.

I know I said I was staying away for a good couple of days to catch up with work but I couldn’t help myself.

I have a friend. She hasn’t really done anything eversince we graduated a couple of years ago. She didn’t know what she wanted to do. And whilst my other friends and I were busy just applying for jobs in the entire Jobstreet list, she was sitting on her ass, contemplating what she MIGHT want to do. And then she left for Japan.

So okay. No biggie. But all of us were envious. She got to go to Japan on a scholarship. Good for her, I guess. She studied .. all sorts of Japanese things for an entire year. She was devastated to leave the Philippines but once she got there, we almost never heard a peep out of her. So what do you do to keep in contact with someone who can’t be reached? We surveyed her Friendster account. Apparently she was having a ball of a time with all the international students that she met there. They went to all these Japanese places and ate Japanese food and posed like Japanese anime in their Friendster pictures.

When she came back from Japan. She didn’t stop talking in Japanese. I wanted to slap her with a fish. HELLO?! We know you went there to study and speak and all that but I know for a fact that you can speak your fucking native tongue!  Ohayo gozaimasu! Yoroshiku onegaishimasu. Anata wa eigo o hanashimasu ka? Putanginasasampalinkitaaa!!! As if that wasn’t annoying enough, she kept talking about all the great friends she met there and blahblahblah. The rest of us just surmised that we just weren’t “cultured” enough for our friend’s taste. Or that perhaps it was because we were lacking a second language. Whatever it was, she came back Japan-ified.

No, she did not get back into work. She went galavanting around the country because she was setting up her own travel agency or something. That’s good, I guess. At least now she knows what she wants to do. But not only did we get to hang with her, (why the hell are we even inviting her anyway?!) but she kept leaving the country for Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, etc. Lucky bitch. The farthest any of us have gone was to the North. We lead such pathetic lives.  But now she’s stopped her travel agency thing because her partners became busy, etc. etc.

Guess what she’s doing now? SHE’S IN FRIGGIN’ FRANCE!!! Seriously, God. That is SO uncool of you to show her too much favor. It’s not like she does anything! We work our butts off just to get a 3-day weekend and she can just fly off to EU-FUCKING-ROPE?! HELL NO! She didn’t work hard for that trip nor does she deserve it! What did she do that we didn’t?! Because if we can get that trip just by being flighty and by being difficult to all my friends then I’ll gladly do it! I’LL DO IT! Damn be those that saw me through college and were there to listen to all my problems eventhough they weren’t really problems and game me moral support and had great laughs with. Damn them all, if it means I get to go to Europe! And now her Friendster photos showcase her trip to the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, the Versailles Gardens, Champs Elysee, with her international friends and her looking like a Japanese tourist.

We never used to care where she went because we didn’t particularly care for the place. But when we talk about Europe, that’s a totally different thing altogether. We can’t take it that she’s gallavanting around there while we’re stuck in the office working for the man. Yes. Call me jealous. Call me envious. But I’m calling this ABSOLUTELY UNFAIR.

*sob*

Why? WHY?!

*sob*

Not that I ever left this damn blog, but much to the delight of my employers, I am now back at work. Which means that there will be a temporary pause from blogging due to all the catching up with “work” that I have to do. First thing I did today was to delete all the Viagra, insurance, and adult friend emails that have filled my inbox. Damn emails just keep flooding even if you don’t subscribe to them.

Being a lazy ass, second thing I did was surf the net and catch up on all the things I’ve missed. OMG! It feels so great to have a DSL connection and a PC that is capable of taking in all that power. Open all windows! Run all programs! Upload! Download! All to your heart’s content! I missed you! *kisses PC*

On readers’ news, I lost one today. Not because of death, good God, no. They just sort of decided not to read me anymore. I can’t say that I blame them. And you can’t force your own on people. It just saddens me a bit. But I stand by what I write and have written and will not be swayed just because someone doesn’t agree with my thoughts. There are some things that just have to be said. Though I know that you, defector friend, won’t be able to read this, I want to thank you for at least giving me a chance. So long and thanks for all the fish.

Regular programming will resume after I’ve brushed off all the cobwebs from my computer. I promise I won’t take long. Until then, play amongst yourselves, kiddies. I will leave you in the capable hands of Mr. Pierluigi Collina. Behave. Or he will red card your soul.

Pier Luigi Collina

Pierluigi Collina

I’m still in no mood to write a decent post but I’m crazy and I just want to post for the sake of posting. I don’t want you to think that I’ve abandoned you, my loyal (and prolly, lone) reader. I’m supposed to go back to work .. oh shit .. tomorrow. Maybe they’ll give me like a couple of days extension. I’ll say that my baby is unusually shitty. Ahahahah! *wipes tears* I swear. I kill myself.

The New Year was no big thang. We had dinner with nice food (not fastfood nor store-bought) and then went to Makati for the countdown and fireworks display. (The Dad is reading over my shoulder. Doesn’t that just annoy the hell out of you? Here you are, trying to be “yourself” and in comes the grammar nazi to loom over your entire post. Eff.) Anyhooo .. the fireworks were great as GMA residents had their pick of New Year hotspots. Countdowns went on over at The Fort (this year was a private affair for an Embassy party), at the Ayala Triangle (sponsored by the City of Makati and ABSCBN), and at Roxas Boulevard (where the Lolo and my sister were). This was the Dad and his family’s first New Year outside of their homes. Their tradition dictated that they blow shit up come midnight on their streets. My tradition, on the other hand, is to stand outside in the parking lot of our condo and ignite a sparkler. Or two if I feel a bit kuh-ray-zee. Whoop-dee-effin-doo. In any case, the whole family was there and we even carted Isabella along. She was all I’m-sooo-not-interested-in-this-even-if-you-do-manage-to-blow-my-eardrums-out. She was coppin’ an attitude but we brought her along nonetheless. Good fun. Good times.

 New Year

Oh, you know what else? This was the first New Year that I didn’t get to booze it up. It’s so weird to ring in the New Year sober. I gotta try that again next year.