It was sad to watch Robbie Fowler, possibly the most natural forward and gifted finisher of his generation, leave Liverpool at the end of the season but I think the sheer pace of life and pressure on the team to succeed meant that God's advancing years (he's younger than me, Christ there's a thought) suggested that he could no longer fit in with Rafa's plans.Of course, Robbie does not need to play football to be our hero. They just need to mention his name or point out his presence at Anfield and the crowd will always go mad. He is one of those that you just cant berate for their work in their LFC career. He stands alongside Dalglish, Hansen, Souness, Rush, Beardsley, Barnes and Gerrard as legends of the club.
So now he moves onto Cardiff. Good luck God, you know where there is always a welcome for you. You have played your part in history and now that you step back from the pressure of the Premiership and enjoy yourself. Just show us 1 or 2 glances every now and then of exactly why God be thy name.
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He ain't no Roby Baggio! ;-)
That may be so, but all I know is that he can score a penalty in a final when the pressure is on......
Ouch! Got me... that hurts! ;-)
Thou hast truly felt thy rath of God.
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