But he was also weak. Mentally weak. One game I made it to anfield for in the dog days of the Houllier era made me want to kill him. 1-1 against Villa with minutes to go and he's doing that rubbing his back thing, with a big sad look on his face, chewing up time in which we desperately needed a goal. If I had a rifle that day I would have shot him. No questions about it. He did that shit all the time, Feeling sorry for himself, looking soppily at the ref when he wasn't getting decisions. Kinda like Torres in the moany cunt era without the goal danger.