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We don't know shit.
There are some real gems in those threads.
Let's play the shame game
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We don't know shit.
There are some real gems in those threads.
It still should’ve been Klopp despite Arne’s success.
Great reading
Rurikbird comes out of it with an even greater regard! Hansern too. 737 Max as well!
Some people said he would be the next Martin Jol (funny in fairness)
See if you can spot yourself!
Other less keen comments
"Half the team will be demanding transfers within a week of his arrival."
"If I thought Amorim a gamble then this guy is like putting your house on a roll of the dice at craps."
"I would love it if we got Poch, surely he gonna be free after this season at Chelsea ?"
"The Dutch Brendan. Fucking unbelievable"
"I can usually convince myself somethign is a good idea. This though? I don't see it"
"I'll not believe any manager links until I see them with the scarf. I also think whoever comes in is doomed from the very start.
Doomed, I say. Doomed."
"At least I may have a chance of getting a ticket next season..."
"In short, slot machine odds. Good luck."
"Everything I read makes it sound worse. I woke up this morning and was ready to give the idea a chance, but god damn"
"Would you throw him into the Bernabeu ? You wouldn’t. So why would anyone throw a noob into Anfield then ? We aren’t some mid table club like Spurs where you can beta test your Ange or Slotball."
"Thats the headline when we are 20th in the new CL format. "Liverpool Slot Drop out of Europe"
"Fucking hate this. Hopefully he proves me wrong."
"I'm not thrilled about his potential appointment but it really is slim pickings out there, with Alonso, Nagelsmann and Emery off the market."
"So basically we are going get one of those Pep Wanabe managers rather than someone who will bring new and unique ideas to the table and an identifying style that makes us slightly different. Fuck this."
"Very underwhelmed and seems an unnecessary gamble. Fuck it, next season was most likely going to be shite anyway. Ya this is just not the fucking guy. Will end horribly."
"Dutch Brodge."
"Yeah he's defo a tory"
"What a horrible fucking twat. He loves himself more than brodge"
"This dude is talking about himself like he's about to be floated on the nasdaq"
"So is he going to be our Moyes"
" The biggest issue I have with Slot ... not that I haven't mentioned this before ad nauseum ... is that he has only ever performed in the Dutch league. Come on Edwards, rub my face in it, you know I'll love it if you do.
"Yea. Slot. I don’t like him. Just don’t. Can’t. Won’t. I don't like his head"
One lad said this! I mean this poster is impressive...
" Will be fun to revisit this thread when he delivers us the league. Slot’s it home"
Positive posters
"My Feyenoord and Liverpool supporting mate (he's from Rotterdam but spend some time in England) said Slot would be a great fit for us"
"I'm all in on Arnie"
"I know nothing about Slot but he seems like a good manager from what I've read."
"He looks like a cross between Nigel de Jong and the main baddie in Dune. For that reason, I am in"
"What I like about this is that he plays a similar style to Kloop. Less of a change for the players"
"The fact that Slot told Spurs to fuck off last year tells me that in the absence of Xabi *never getting a second chance you cheap suave cunt*
"Alonso, this guy is the new messiah. And I should know, I've followed a few."
"The Bloke knows how to win. He clearly has a little of the special sauce."
"SLOT QUAD SQUAD"
"If… and it is an IF… he can translate his set up, coaching and thinking to us, then I can see why we’ve gone with him. All the things we’ve whinged about this season get fixed - FB’s defending meaning were tighter at the back, less goals conceded, more control of games, Slobbers allowed a more creative attacking role…" (vey prescient post).
"Give the guy a chance."
And finally..
"I wish everyone would stop with the Slot shaming on here."
Rurikbird comes out of it with an even greater regard! Hansern too. 737 Max as well!
Some people said he would be the next Martin Jol (funny in fairness)
See if you can spot yourself!
Other less keen comments
"Half the team will be demanding transfers within a week of his arrival."
"If I thought Amorim a gamble then this guy is like putting your house on a roll of the dice at craps."
"I would love it if we got Poch, surely he gonna be free after this season at Chelsea ?"
"The Dutch Brendan. Fucking unbelievable"
"I can usually convince myself somethign is a good idea. This though? I don't see it"
"I'll not believe any manager links until I see them with the scarf. I also think whoever comes in is doomed from the very start.
Doomed, I say. Doomed."
"At least I may have a chance of getting a ticket next season..."
"In short, slot machine odds. Good luck."
"Everything I read makes it sound worse. I woke up this morning and was ready to give the idea a chance, but god damn"
"Would you throw him into the Bernabeu ? You wouldn’t. So why would anyone throw a noob into Anfield then ? We aren’t some mid table club like Spurs where you can beta test your Ange or Slotball."
"Thats the headline when we are 20th in the new CL format. "Liverpool Slot Drop out of Europe"
"Fucking hate this. Hopefully he proves me wrong."
"I'm not thrilled about his potential appointment but it really is slim pickings out there, with Alonso, Nagelsmann and Emery off the market."
"So basically we are going get one of those Pep Wanabe managers rather than someone who will bring new and unique ideas to the table and an identifying style that makes us slightly different. Fuck this."
"Very underwhelmed and seems an unnecessary gamble. Fuck it, next season was most likely going to be shite anyway. Ya this is just not the fucking guy. Will end horribly."
"Dutch Brodge."
"Yeah he's defo a tory"
"What a horrible fucking twat. He loves himself more than brodge"
"This dude is talking about himself like he's about to be floated on the nasdaq"
"So is he going to be our Moyes"
" The biggest issue I have with Slot ... not that I haven't mentioned this before ad nauseum ... is that he has only ever performed in the Dutch league. Come on Edwards, rub my face in it, you know I'll love it if you do.
"Yea. Slot. I don’t like him. Just don’t. Can’t. Won’t. I don't like his head"
One lad said this! I mean this poster is impressive...
" Will be fun to revisit this thread when he delivers us the league. Slot’s it home"
Positive posters
"My Feyenoord and Liverpool supporting mate (he's from Rotterdam but spend some time in England) said Slot would be a great fit for us"
"I'm all in on Arnie"
"I know nothing about Slot but he seems like a good manager from what I've read."
"He looks like a cross between Nigel de Jong and the main baddie in Dune. For that reason, I am in"
"What I like about this is that he plays a similar style to Kloop. Less of a change for the players"
"The fact that Slot told Spurs to fuck off last year tells me that in the absence of Xabi *never getting a second chance you cheap suave cunt*
"Alonso, this guy is the new messiah. And I should know, I've followed a few."
"The Bloke knows how to win. He clearly has a little of the special sauce."
"SLOT QUAD SQUAD"
"If… and it is an IF… he can translate his set up, coaching and thinking to us, then I can see why we’ve gone with him. All the things we’ve whinged about this season get fixed - FB’s defending meaning were tighter at the back, less goals conceded, more control of games, Slobbers allowed a more creative attacking role…" (vey prescient post).
"Give the guy a chance."
And finally..
"I wish everyone would stop with the Slot shaming on here."
I wonder which muppet would shout SLOTS QUAD SQUAD
Just noticed I also nominated Matt Beard.
Why, oh why, does the club never listen to my advice?
I’ll self-shame myself by admitting I thought Hodgson made sense at the time. Mostly because I believed he was diplomatic enough to soothe tensions between owners, players and fans, and despite Benítez’s best intentions, it was becoming unsustainable. But I didn’t appreciate then the full extent of the conditions Benítez was working under, or just what a twat Roy is: small time, arrogant and a terrible tactician completely unsuited to big clubs.
I can't remember what I thought of Slot, but I certainly joined in on the standard SCM witch hunt when Slot dared to aim his watch at the camera in Ibiza. Everyone felt like a massive step-down after Xabi.
I can't remember what I thought of Slot, but I certainly joined in on the standard SCM witch hunt when Slot dared to aim his watch at the camera in Ibiza. Everyone felt like a massive step-down after Xabi.
I don't think I had much of an opinion on Slot but I know I didn't really want Alonso. I don't particularly like him for some reason.
I did search for myself. I was pretty in on Alonso and said I'd be 'OK' with Amorim (ooops, that was before he stated he had no plan B).
I didnt have an opinion on Slot.
But a lot of the same posters who were saying Wirtz is a risky signing, are the same as who thought Slot would be a failure.
I didnt have an opinion on Slot.
But a lot of the same posters who were saying Wirtz is a risky signing, are the same as who thought Slot would be a failure.
I have nothing to be ashamed of regarding Wirtz. I just think he's been shit so far.
I still think Wirtz is a good signing although I've always stated that Musiala > Wirtz.
I wasn't keen on Amorim at all. I didn’t know much about him, but when people started going on about playing a 5-2-3 formation, or whatever it was, and having Trent on the wing, that’s when I knew he wasn’t the right person for us. I think I mentioned that we didn’t have the right players in the squad to play that kind of system.
However, I did not foresee him being this bad at Man U.
However, I did not foresee him being this bad at Man U.
Ardinger?!
Take it up with ChatGPT. The stupid fucking thing took 4 attempts to spell boss.
I thought we'd have the players as a good base. But then, he probably would have fucked it.
It wasn't in that thread (I think it was the big pizza pie thread), but when everyone started obsessing on how Amorim could fashion a 3-4-3 formation with our players I slagged you all off and stated that any manager worth his salt would not try & force fit us into such a formation from the off, and would, most likely, continue with a 4-3-3, or something similar, until he had time to purchase the right players and properly coach his squad.
I still stand by that, but would put a bit more emphasis on the bolded bit
I still stand by that, but would put a bit more emphasis on the bolded bit
Also makes Redinger.
### The Case of Woland vs. Slot: A Psychoanalytical Journey Through the Stages of Fandom
The discourse surrounding the figure known as "Slot" offers a fascinating case study in psychic transference, projection, and the eventual integration of a disruptive new object into a user's worldview. Woland's journey can be charted through several distinct, and often turbulent, psychoanalytical phases.
#### Phase 1: Primal Rejection and The Projection of the Shadow Self (April 2024)
Woland's initial encounter with the concept of Slot is not one of neutral observation, but of immediate and violent psychic rejection. The new figure is instantly imbued with a host of negative qualities that seem to pre-exist Slot himself. Woland's Id, the seat of primal urges, erupts.
On April 26th, Woland unleashes a torrent of invective, diagnosing Slot as a "horrible fucking twat" who "loves himself more than brodge" (Post 91). This is a classic case of **transference**, where unresolved feelings towards a previous figure ("brodge") are projected onto the new one. He further projects a detested political archetype onto him, stating, "Yeah he's defo a tory" (Post 117), a label that, in this context, appears to be a signifier for a reviled value system rather than a literal political affiliation.
The diagnosis is cemented when Woland analyses Slot's public statements, concluding he's "going on about the massive sums and all the value he's generated like he's Andrew fucking Tate" (Post 122). Slot has become a blank screen onto which Woland projects his anxieties about narcissism, conservatism, and vapid self-promotion. He vows to continue this hostile relationship, declaring, "I'm going to enjoy calling him a massive bellend and laughing at him whenever he starts going on about how great he thinks he is" (Post 119).
#### Phase 2: Escalation to the Death Drive (June 2024)
The initial psychic disturbance festers. By June, Woland's ego-defenses have completely crumbled, allowing the darkest impulses of the Id to manifest. In a moment of extreme negativity, he posts in the "top slot secured" thread, "I thought I couldn't hate the cunt any more already. Now I want his family to die in a fire" (Post 80).
This is a stark expression of the Freudian concept of *Thanatos*, the death drive. The object "Slot" has become so threatening to Woland's psychic equilibrium that the unconscious mind fantasizes about its complete annihilation. This is the nadir of the relationship, where the subject is consumed by his own negative projection.
#### Phase 3: The Intrusion of Reality and Ego Readjustment (July - October 2024)
A significant breakthrough occurs on July 5th. After a period of observation, Woland's Ego—the rational, reality-testing part of the psyche—begins to assert itself against the Id's fury. He concedes, "Yeah he seems to know what he's on about. I've dialled in my hate a few points" (Post 16). This is a crucial moment of **cognitive reappraisal**. The reality of Slot's competence is piercing the fantasy of his worthlessness. The "dialling in" of hate is a conscious effort to mediate between the internal emotional storm and external reality.
This integration process culminates on October 1st. In a remarkable confession, Woland's Superego—his conscience—forces an admission of his earlier error. He states, "To be fair he's a much nicer guy than I feared... I was probs wrong to pre judge him. He seems like a nice guy who knows his shit. We'll see" (Post 24). This is the resolution of the initial conflict. The projection has been withdrawn, and Woland can now perceive Slot as a separate entity rather than a vessel for his own shadow self.
Interestingly, Woland himself seems subconsciously aware of the psychic dynamics at play, noting on September 21st, "Something Freudian going on there with a big pic of Arne's shiny head being picked for the tweet" (Post 20), revealing a flicker of self-analysis amidst the turmoil.
#### Phase 4: Normalization and the Cynical Afterglow (Late 2024 Onward)
Though acceptance has been achieved, the psychic scar remains. On October 31st, Woland employs a metaphor that reveals lingering anxiety: "But it's like buying a puppy. It doesn't matter how the first few months go, it's never gonna end well" (Post 123). The pathology has receded, but Woland's underlying cynical worldview is reasserted. He has accepted Slot, but not the possibility of a happy ending.
From this point on, the relationship normalises into standard fan neurosis. Woland is seen "screaming at the TV to get Diaz and Jones on" (Post 66) and making sarcastic jokes like, "So he's starting us off shite on purpose. All makes sense now" (Post 111). Slot is no longer a monstrous projection but simply the manager, a figure subject to the routine adulation and criticism of a supporter.
In conclusion, Woland's perception of Slot is a textbook journey from pathological projection to functional acceptance. He confronts a new authority figure, projects his deepest anxieties onto him, wishes for his symbolic destruction, and then, through the painful process of reality-testing, gradually withdraws the projection and integrates the person into a more balanced, albeit still cynical, psychic landscape.
The discourse surrounding the figure known as "Slot" offers a fascinating case study in psychic transference, projection, and the eventual integration of a disruptive new object into a user's worldview. Woland's journey can be charted through several distinct, and often turbulent, psychoanalytical phases.
#### Phase 1: Primal Rejection and The Projection of the Shadow Self (April 2024)
Woland's initial encounter with the concept of Slot is not one of neutral observation, but of immediate and violent psychic rejection. The new figure is instantly imbued with a host of negative qualities that seem to pre-exist Slot himself. Woland's Id, the seat of primal urges, erupts.
On April 26th, Woland unleashes a torrent of invective, diagnosing Slot as a "horrible fucking twat" who "loves himself more than brodge" (Post 91). This is a classic case of **transference**, where unresolved feelings towards a previous figure ("brodge") are projected onto the new one. He further projects a detested political archetype onto him, stating, "Yeah he's defo a tory" (Post 117), a label that, in this context, appears to be a signifier for a reviled value system rather than a literal political affiliation.
The diagnosis is cemented when Woland analyses Slot's public statements, concluding he's "going on about the massive sums and all the value he's generated like he's Andrew fucking Tate" (Post 122). Slot has become a blank screen onto which Woland projects his anxieties about narcissism, conservatism, and vapid self-promotion. He vows to continue this hostile relationship, declaring, "I'm going to enjoy calling him a massive bellend and laughing at him whenever he starts going on about how great he thinks he is" (Post 119).
#### Phase 2: Escalation to the Death Drive (June 2024)
The initial psychic disturbance festers. By June, Woland's ego-defenses have completely crumbled, allowing the darkest impulses of the Id to manifest. In a moment of extreme negativity, he posts in the "top slot secured" thread, "I thought I couldn't hate the cunt any more already. Now I want his family to die in a fire" (Post 80).
This is a stark expression of the Freudian concept of *Thanatos*, the death drive. The object "Slot" has become so threatening to Woland's psychic equilibrium that the unconscious mind fantasizes about its complete annihilation. This is the nadir of the relationship, where the subject is consumed by his own negative projection.
#### Phase 3: The Intrusion of Reality and Ego Readjustment (July - October 2024)
A significant breakthrough occurs on July 5th. After a period of observation, Woland's Ego—the rational, reality-testing part of the psyche—begins to assert itself against the Id's fury. He concedes, "Yeah he seems to know what he's on about. I've dialled in my hate a few points" (Post 16). This is a crucial moment of **cognitive reappraisal**. The reality of Slot's competence is piercing the fantasy of his worthlessness. The "dialling in" of hate is a conscious effort to mediate between the internal emotional storm and external reality.
This integration process culminates on October 1st. In a remarkable confession, Woland's Superego—his conscience—forces an admission of his earlier error. He states, "To be fair he's a much nicer guy than I feared... I was probs wrong to pre judge him. He seems like a nice guy who knows his shit. We'll see" (Post 24). This is the resolution of the initial conflict. The projection has been withdrawn, and Woland can now perceive Slot as a separate entity rather than a vessel for his own shadow self.
Interestingly, Woland himself seems subconsciously aware of the psychic dynamics at play, noting on September 21st, "Something Freudian going on there with a big pic of Arne's shiny head being picked for the tweet" (Post 20), revealing a flicker of self-analysis amidst the turmoil.
#### Phase 4: Normalization and the Cynical Afterglow (Late 2024 Onward)
Though acceptance has been achieved, the psychic scar remains. On October 31st, Woland employs a metaphor that reveals lingering anxiety: "But it's like buying a puppy. It doesn't matter how the first few months go, it's never gonna end well" (Post 123). The pathology has receded, but Woland's underlying cynical worldview is reasserted. He has accepted Slot, but not the possibility of a happy ending.
From this point on, the relationship normalises into standard fan neurosis. Woland is seen "screaming at the TV to get Diaz and Jones on" (Post 66) and making sarcastic jokes like, "So he's starting us off shite on purpose. All makes sense now" (Post 111). Slot is no longer a monstrous projection but simply the manager, a figure subject to the routine adulation and criticism of a supporter.
In conclusion, Woland's perception of Slot is a textbook journey from pathological projection to functional acceptance. He confronts a new authority figure, projects his deepest anxieties onto him, wishes for his symbolic destruction, and then, through the painful process of reality-testing, gradually withdraws the projection and integrates the person into a more balanced, albeit still cynical, psychic landscape.
