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Fortunately, it's been majorly trolled on Amazon.
The first review's fucking brilliant - http://www.amazon.co.uk/They-Dared-...SE/ref=cm_rdp_product_img/280-4503819-3174356
The first review's fucking brilliant - http://www.amazon.co.uk/They-Dared-...SE/ref=cm_rdp_product_img/280-4503819-3174356
"This book is not just some cynical cash-in to make money out of Irish people. Paul Tomkins has truly encapsulated the modern-day Liverpool Football Club experience in literary form: the misty-eyed sentimentality, the endless self-mythologizing and, above all, the abject, humiliating failure. YNWA."
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16 of 23 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars To sleep, perchance to dream- ay, there's the rub., 18 July 2014
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Rodya - See all my reviews
This review is from: They Dared To Dream: How Rodgers' Liverpool Went So Close (Kindle Edition)
What does it mean to be a Red? 18 snowflakes gently fall on 5 golden lamps. The crescendo of sound, a wall of love. Togetherness and community. Glory, glory, and tragedy. This, followers of lesser clubs can never comprehend. Bitters and Mancs too dull, too prosaic to see what the Redmen see. It goes beyond kicking a ball. It goes beyond scoring goals and accruing points.
Does anyone really think the Kop knows not the sweet taste of victory? 18 pure doves released to 5 circles of heaven. Conquering warriors, noble knights in red, conquests from the Eternal City to Constantinople. A history of excellence spanning decades. And yet, this triumph is not our only triumph.
This the Bitters and Mancs will never know. How could their limited imagination ever let them know? I'm referring to something ineffable and mysterious, and it's what we mean, when we sing "you'll never walk alone".
It's something special present in all who follow the call of the Kop. We Redmen united. And you only have to have stood on the Kop once, or even seen the sight of splendor played across cathode ray tubes, to know in your heart the ineffable truth. You. Will. Never. Walk. Alone.
The class of this club. And it's latest chapter: Brendan's revolution. Sweet, sweet Brendan. In his eyes, a little tear, forming like dew on a beautiful Autumn morning. Sweet, Beautiful Brendan. The master philosopher, a Marcus Aurelius for our times. See how he weaves his magic through the fabric of Stevie, Daniel, and Raheem. He smiles. We smile. The warmth, feeling, joy, the love.
Comrades on the Kop, we sing together, as one. A sea of red. Arms held aloft. Tingles down the spine. This. Is. Liverpool.
And the Bitters and the Mancs can well mock, and jest. Their hearts filled with hatred, unlike ours that are filled with love. Jealous of not only our success--we are the number one team in England--but jealous mainly of our togetherness, our story, our history. Take note, Chelsea and City, these CANNOT be bought. Priceless. King Kenny. Ian Rush. Stephen Gerrard. John Barnes. Joe Allen.
Bitters and Mancs may well laugh at the Red Family writing and reading books. At least we Reds, poets one and all, are literate enough to pick up the quill! And they may laugh at us proudly wearing the full red kit: at least our kit is worthy of adorning(!) Yes, I wear the kit, down to the shin pads. Why is this to be mocked? Is it really so strange to wear the colours of your beloved team? How strange that Bitters and Mancs seem so reluctant to support their teams, preferring it seems to mock loyal Reds for their choice of attire.
In Oslo we have a saying, translated into English as "2 goats in the sauna are worth a chicken in the pot". Maybe Bitters and Mancs can spend some time understanding this, and then focus on their own teams, not on mocking ours.
Finally, if you love Liverpool, and if you love Brendan Rodgers--the most exiting young manager in world football--then you owe it to yourself to buy this book. Brendan is a genius, and last season's almost-success was just the first step in his team building philosophy. I am looking forward to the sequel when we win the treble next season. I wonder how many Bitters and Mancs will be on the review pages for that particular book!
5.0 out of 5 stars To sleep, perchance to dream- ay, there's the rub., 18 July 2014
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Rodya - See all my reviews
This review is from: They Dared To Dream: How Rodgers' Liverpool Went So Close (Kindle Edition)
What does it mean to be a Red? 18 snowflakes gently fall on 5 golden lamps. The crescendo of sound, a wall of love. Togetherness and community. Glory, glory, and tragedy. This, followers of lesser clubs can never comprehend. Bitters and Mancs too dull, too prosaic to see what the Redmen see. It goes beyond kicking a ball. It goes beyond scoring goals and accruing points.
Does anyone really think the Kop knows not the sweet taste of victory? 18 pure doves released to 5 circles of heaven. Conquering warriors, noble knights in red, conquests from the Eternal City to Constantinople. A history of excellence spanning decades. And yet, this triumph is not our only triumph.
This the Bitters and Mancs will never know. How could their limited imagination ever let them know? I'm referring to something ineffable and mysterious, and it's what we mean, when we sing "you'll never walk alone".
It's something special present in all who follow the call of the Kop. We Redmen united. And you only have to have stood on the Kop once, or even seen the sight of splendor played across cathode ray tubes, to know in your heart the ineffable truth. You. Will. Never. Walk. Alone.
The class of this club. And it's latest chapter: Brendan's revolution. Sweet, sweet Brendan. In his eyes, a little tear, forming like dew on a beautiful Autumn morning. Sweet, Beautiful Brendan. The master philosopher, a Marcus Aurelius for our times. See how he weaves his magic through the fabric of Stevie, Daniel, and Raheem. He smiles. We smile. The warmth, feeling, joy, the love.
Comrades on the Kop, we sing together, as one. A sea of red. Arms held aloft. Tingles down the spine. This. Is. Liverpool.
And the Bitters and the Mancs can well mock, and jest. Their hearts filled with hatred, unlike ours that are filled with love. Jealous of not only our success--we are the number one team in England--but jealous mainly of our togetherness, our story, our history. Take note, Chelsea and City, these CANNOT be bought. Priceless. King Kenny. Ian Rush. Stephen Gerrard. John Barnes. Joe Allen.
Bitters and Mancs may well laugh at the Red Family writing and reading books. At least we Reds, poets one and all, are literate enough to pick up the quill! And they may laugh at us proudly wearing the full red kit: at least our kit is worthy of adorning(!) Yes, I wear the kit, down to the shin pads. Why is this to be mocked? Is it really so strange to wear the colours of your beloved team? How strange that Bitters and Mancs seem so reluctant to support their teams, preferring it seems to mock loyal Reds for their choice of attire.
In Oslo we have a saying, translated into English as "2 goats in the sauna are worth a chicken in the pot". Maybe Bitters and Mancs can spend some time understanding this, and then focus on their own teams, not on mocking ours.
Finally, if you love Liverpool, and if you love Brendan Rodgers--the most exiting young manager in world football--then you owe it to yourself to buy this book. Brendan is a genius, and last season's almost-success was just the first step in his team building philosophy. I am looking forward to the sequel when we win the treble next season. I wonder how many Bitters and Mancs will be on the review pages for that particular book!
Soz, I know i posted the link up there but i just can't help myself here. It's times like this that remind me why I love the internet:
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5.0 out of 5 stars We Dared To Dream For Me Auld Fella, 3 July 2014
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Mr. S. Ryan - See all my reviews
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This review is from: They Dared To Dream: How Rodgers' Liverpool Went So Close (Kindle Edition)
I bought this and invited round the auld fella, his auld fella and a few of my bezzie mates. We've all got seasies and we never miss a match, home or away. I read this book aloud for them and within 10 minutes they were all wellin' up, I had to compose myself on numerous occasions as I was also on the verge of wellin' up. We ran the full gamut of emotions, from tears of joy after beating City, seething at Mourinho's antics at Anfield to tears of rage at Palace. When I had finished the book there was total silence for ten mins, grown men with tears running down their cheeks, the only sound was tears dripping into pint pots of Carling. Finally the silence was broken by my auld fella addressing his auld fella, 'Brendan made us dream didn't he dad?' his auld fella, face reddened by tears, replied 'he did son, he did... but then they broke our hearts'. That was it, within seconds every one of us had welled up again, tears poured down our faces and we couldn't stop. There we were wiping away each others tears with no embarrassment, we knew what this meant. These were not tears of rage nor tears of joy, no, these were tears for our club, our family. No football club does emotion like Liverpool Football Club, no writer gets into the emotion of our club quite like Paul Tomkins.
50 of 75 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars We Dared To Dream For Me Auld Fella, 3 July 2014
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Mr. S. Ryan - See all my reviews
(REAL NAME)
This review is from: They Dared To Dream: How Rodgers' Liverpool Went So Close (Kindle Edition)
I bought this and invited round the auld fella, his auld fella and a few of my bezzie mates. We've all got seasies and we never miss a match, home or away. I read this book aloud for them and within 10 minutes they were all wellin' up, I had to compose myself on numerous occasions as I was also on the verge of wellin' up. We ran the full gamut of emotions, from tears of joy after beating City, seething at Mourinho's antics at Anfield to tears of rage at Palace. When I had finished the book there was total silence for ten mins, grown men with tears running down their cheeks, the only sound was tears dripping into pint pots of Carling. Finally the silence was broken by my auld fella addressing his auld fella, 'Brendan made us dream didn't he dad?' his auld fella, face reddened by tears, replied 'he did son, he did... but then they broke our hearts'. That was it, within seconds every one of us had welled up again, tears poured down our faces and we couldn't stop. There we were wiping away each others tears with no embarrassment, we knew what this meant. These were not tears of rage nor tears of joy, no, these were tears for our club, our family. No football club does emotion like Liverpool Football Club, no writer gets into the emotion of our club quite like Paul Tomkins.
Fucking embarrassing shit. It'd be ok if it was a team that generally finish about 15th and pushed Man City hard to finish 2nd, but Jesus fucking Christ, this is some really small time stuff. I'm looking forward to reading some of the troll reviews though.
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By the final chapter of this book I was kneeling on the floor of my living room, floods of tears pattering onto my replica kit, wailing like a hysterical gibbon. My dogs, Rushie and Aldo, wailed in solidarity with me. They understood; my wife didn't. I felled her with a right hook.
By the final chapter of this book I was kneeling on the floor of my living room, floods of tears pattering onto my replica kit, wailing like a hysterical gibbon. My dogs, Rushie and Aldo, wailed in solidarity with me. They understood; my wife didn't. I felled her with a right hook.
Tomkins can't help it. I'd be surprised if he didn't publish a 10,000 word essay on how evocative it was when Brendan changed the nets back to red.
It's Brendan's luminous teeth on the cover that made me spit me tea.
http://tomkinstimes.com/2014/07/fuck-you-bantz-boys/
No point posting the whole lot, as no-one would read it.
But highlights include:
"Teenagers hate everything. And that’s what, to me, a lot of this noise sounds like: teenage boys sat in their rooms, worried that their cocks aren’t as big as the ones in the porn clips they’re watching as they knock out an uncontrollably quick one over a laptop"
"If that embarrasses some Liverpool fans then I suggest they clean up the Kleenex, get out of their sour-odoured rooms and head out into the blinding light. Get a girlfriend (or a boyfriend). Get some perspective."
No point posting the whole lot, as no-one would read it.
But highlights include:
"Teenagers hate everything. And that’s what, to me, a lot of this noise sounds like: teenage boys sat in their rooms, worried that their cocks aren’t as big as the ones in the porn clips they’re watching as they knock out an uncontrollably quick one over a laptop"
"If that embarrasses some Liverpool fans then I suggest they clean up the Kleenex, get out of their sour-odoured rooms and head out into the blinding light. Get a girlfriend (or a boyfriend). Get some perspective."
Tomkins:
“Proper cringey” was the call from several, mostly younger fans, in their trendy argot. “Dead cringey”. It occurs to me that they are engaged in a pointless, petty war with the fans of other clubs – World Bantz War I – where point-scoring is how they measure themselves. They don’t support a football club to enjoy it as an internal experience, but to boast, mock, snipe and piss on the chips of the misfortune of others. These are sad characters, unable to live in the real world, unable to do anything constructive, for which risk is a necessity."
Pure mngrrrrhhhhhhhh
“Proper cringey” was the call from several, mostly younger fans, in their trendy argot. “Dead cringey”. It occurs to me that they are engaged in a pointless, petty war with the fans of other clubs – World Bantz War I – where point-scoring is how they measure themselves. They don’t support a football club to enjoy it as an internal experience, but to boast, mock, snipe and piss on the chips of the misfortune of others. These are sad characters, unable to live in the real world, unable to do anything constructive, for which risk is a necessity."
Pure mngrrrrhhhhhhhh
Never read one of Usher's but he has done them the last few seasons. Tomkins might have done as well but I find him unreadable.
I have read season reviews that are worth a go though.
Jegsy Dodd's Redmen A Season On The Drink is great. His music is boss as well.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Redmen-Season-On-The-Drink/dp/1848763077
Kevin Sampson's Extra Time is decent as well. I got mine for 1p off Amazon.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Extra-Time-...2_1_10?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1406285592&sr=1-10
Worryingly I laughed aloud at this, and just know I'm going to giggle throughout the day when I think of it.
He used to write long rambling articles on the official website I think. That was a few seasons ago.
Dad... he made us dream.
This guy is making a fucking clown of himself. He sounds like an insecure sort to with his reaction to any criticism. Anyone who thinks his book is pathetic is a teenager? Way to generalise. I don't think he gets it. I'd wager the majority of people on here enjoyed last season. It was great fun watching us score ludicrous amounts of goals, destroy teams, have crazy games (6-3, 4-3, 3-2 etc.) and I don't think we could've asked for much more form the team. It is still small time to write a book about finishing second in the league. Tomkins is always bleating on about how big a club Liverpool is, how does he not see the irony in then going and writing this?
Please someone tell this is a wind up. I mean seriously???
Only the really long ones
Always thought Usher had his head screwed on but then he calls that book - We Go Again.
Dunno about anyone else but those words make me wince when i see/hear them, it's cringe, would much prefer it if those words sunk without trace never to be uttered again.
I can't wait for next year's book, "We did it again - How Liverpool finished 2nd without slipping"
They've got no eye-dea!!!Tomkins has brought out a book about the time we finished 2nd.
'They dared to dream'. How fucking Everton is that shit?
You have almost got to be a bit of a sadist to buy any type of review from last season, especially so soon.
So who brought this book out ? Tomkins or LFC?
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