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Originally posted by 大阿哥 at 2006-3-6 05:06 PM

客觀黎講..我覺得唔係最....

奧雲快ｄ番黎啦＠～＠

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Originally posted by 奧雲仔仔 at 2006-3-6 07:51 PM
講真~~cc1把握力都唔差~好似頭日禁用腳用頭~~係個龍門超勁先入唔到
講把握力最廢係高治=.=~~

講腳法就-.-...

利物浦加西亞

Originally posted by 大阿哥 at 2006-3-6 05:40 PM

一隊強隊要有一個前鋒係英超聯入20球真係咁難...?
點解果陣奧雲咁勁-.-"

＠～＠所以奧雲快ｄ番黎

銀~龍

Originally posted by 刺客 at 2006-3-6 07:34 PM

我唔識睇=.=

買入高過你個賺入價咪賺囉._.

Rafael23

佢話番就番嫁咩
醒少少喇...

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Originally posted by 銀~龍 at 2006-3-6 08:13 PM

買入高過你個賺入價咪賺囉._.

我買入價
35.650
現賣出價
36.000

咁都叫賺-.-?

書2童子

Originally posted by 刺客 at 2006-3-6 09:00 PM

我買入價
35.650
現賣出價
36.000

咁都叫賺-.-?

咁唔叫賺-.-?

+0.350:D4

T9

Originally posted by 書2童子 at 2006-3-6 09:53 PM



咁唔叫賺-.-?

+0.350:D4

-.-賺得幾多

書2童子

Originally posted by 刺客 at 2006-3-6 10:42 PM

-.-賺得幾多

賺得少好過蝕:D5

T9

Originally posted by 書2童子 at 2006-3-6 10:45 PM



賺得少好過蝕:D5

慢慢擺

利物浦加西亞

奧雲實會番黎我覺得
@~@科拿都會何況奧雲?

書2童子

Originally posted by 刺客 at 2006-3-7 04:43 PM

慢慢擺

擺擺下蝕左喊都無謂-.-

銀~龍

Benfica warmed up for Wednesday's big Champions League clash at Anfield with a 2-1 weekend victory over Estrela Amadora.  
Italian striker Fabrizio Miccoli, returning after seven weeks out through injury, was the hero – netting the winning three minutes into stoppage time.
  
Laurent Robert had earlier levelled for the Portuguese champions, who are now third in their domestic league table.
  
Ronald Koeman's men are due to arrive on Merseyside tomorrow ahead of the last sixteen 2nd leg tie.
  
Benfica lead 1-0 from the first leg but have failed to win on their previous three visits to Anfield.

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With Mother's Day just around the corner on Sunday 26th March, why not treat her to some special LFC goodies?  
Show your mum how much you love her by splashing out on our wide range of Mother's Day gifts, now available in our online store.
  
Celebrate our Champions League win in Istanbul by purchasing a framed picture, 5-star heroes book, Champions League bath towel or teddy bear for the special lady in your life.
  
You could also select from a brilliant Sekonda watch, replica LFC ladies shirt or t-shirt plus much, much more.
  
All orders received by midnight Thursday 16th March will be guaranteed to be shipped and delivered before Saturday 25th March.

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Rafael Benitez has confirmed Luis Garcia will return to the Liverpool squad for Wednesday's Champions League clash with Benfica.  
Garcia was left out of the match against Charton at the weekend after playing for Spain in their friendly victory over the Ivory Coast in midweek.
  
But Benitez has revealed his midfield playmaker will be back for the clash with Ronald Koeman's men as the Reds set about the task of trying to overturn a one goal first leg deficit.
  
He said: "Luis Garcia was not injured, I decided to give him a rest. He will be back in the squad on Wednesday, after international breaks you always have players who are tired after travelling and playing.
  
"I decided to play in a different way against Charlton, but he will be back against Benfica."

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Robbie Fowler today admitted he would give anything to break his scoring duck against Benfica and help Liverpool progress to the quarter finals of the Champions League on Wednesday night.  
Fowler had a last minute goal ruled out against Charlton on Saturday after the assistant referee flagged him offside despite TV replays later showing he was in an onside position when the ball was struck to him.
  
It's the second time the Liverpool striker has had a late goal ruled out by the linesman's flag but he's remaining confident that it's only a matter of time before his luck changes for the better in front of goal.
  
"I've been here for five or six games and I don't think I or any of the strikers are getting much luck," said Fowler.
  
"To be fair, in the games we've played at Anfield it seems the opposition keeper has a blinder every match.
  
"I've had two goals taken away in the last minute. I think the first one against Birmingham was the right decision, but after seeing the replay of the one on Saturday, it looked a bit harsh.
  
"I'd give anything to score the all-important goal on Wednesday now. Fingers crossed I'll be involved.
  
"I can't remember the last time I started a Champions League game at Anfield. Before the Benfica match, the only other game I remember was away to Boavista, so it's brilliant for me to be playing in the competition again.
  
"Most of the big European nights I've had with Liverpool were in the UEFA Cup.
  
"It means a lot to me to be able to play in the Champions League, but it would be wrong to say this was the reason I came back.
  
"I always wanted to rejoin Liverpool no matter what, and the fact we've still got a chance to go far in this competition and I can play in it is a welcome bonus as far as I'm concerned. Hopefully I can play my part in helping us to win it again. I
  
"I was in the crowd for the Chelsea semi-final last season. That was an incredible atmosphere and I know the Liverpool fans will be wanting to recreate something that special again.
  
"When they're that noisy they inspire our players and unsettle the opposition."

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Imraan Adam is 19 years old and attends Ash Field Special Needs School. As part of a creative writing course, he was taked with writing a story of his choice. He chose his experience of watching Liverpool wining the Champions League last season.

"I know this is a story about a match that took place last season but I have a disability called Cerebral Palsy which means it takes me a lot longer to physically produce a story like this," he explained to liverpoolfc.tv. "I have been working on this story every day since we won the Champions League so I hope you understand. I am a dedicated writer and hope to become a journalist when I'm older. This is my story of one magical night in May.
  

One Night in May

  
The living room was packed that night. My mate Ikram sat next to me, his head in his hands. Dad sat next to him with a blank look upon his face, while my sister, Aareefah, sat in the doorway along with my three cousins, all huddled together on the floor.
  
The room was silent. The only noise was the TV and occasional whisper of, "Allah-hu-akbar", god is great, echoed around the room. "Oh, What a save by Dudek. How on earth did he keep that one out," said Clive Tyldesley, the commentator on ITV. I looked at the heavens, thinking, "I can't take much more of this."
  
It had been a long night and I had felt just about every emotion known to man. From nervous to disillusioned, from hopeful to ecstatic and everything else in-between. I'm sure the Blackpool roller coaster doesn't have this many twists and turns.
  
"And here we go. The European cup will be decided by a penalty shootout," said Tyldesley.
  
I broke out into spontaneous prayer, trying to remember passages from the Qur'an as the players got ready for the shootout. In reality it only took five minutes for the players to get ready but it seemed like an eternity. I kept thinking about the events that had occurred over the course of the night.
  
The night had started so tragically, AC Milan scoring within the first minutes. "No! Where was the marking," said Ikram.
  
"Never mind, it's early days. I'd rather it was the first minute than the last minute," I said in a relaxed voice.
  
Aareefah burst into the room. "What happened? You've got to be joking. How did that happen?" she said as she looked at the score on the screen. My cousins followed my sister into the room, "Oh no!" they all screamed.
  
Admittedly I was disappointed about the early blow but I didn't think too much of it. I knew the implications of scoring too early from the Carling Cup Final earlier on in the season, when Liverpool scored in the first minute and then ended up losing the game. I also knew we were capable of scoring, so I wasn't too worried, but things were going to get worse.
  
"Penalty!" I shouted at the top of my voice.
  
"Come on ref, he clearly handballed it," said Ikram frustratedly.
  
While we were complaining about the dodgy decision, Milan went up the other end and scored a second.

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"No! I can't believe that," said Aareefah.
  
"That was a penalty! What the hell is the ref playing at?" I said in a very angry voice. Little did I know there was still one more blow and it came four minutes later.
  
"Come on, this is ridiculous," said Aareefah, in a disheartened voice as the third goal went in.
  
"Three-nil down. It's all over. We might as well turn it off," said one of my cousins, Attiyyah.
  
"Oh come on Attiyyah, show a bit of pride," I said.
  
"Well, she's right. This is AC Milan we're talking about. There's no way we're doing this," said Ikram.
  
"Well, I don't care, I'm Liverpool 'till I die," I said determinedly, as the players walked off for half time. I turned and looked at my sister, she was almost in tears. Admittedly I also felt like crying, how can such a good day go so wrong in the space of 45 minutes.
  
During the half time period, I kept thinking about all the great comebacks Liverpool had pulled off in the past; hoping for a miracle. As the players came out for the second-half, I said one last prayer in desperation.
  
I might as well have been on my knees begging Allah for some sort of miracle. Little did I know what lay ahead - the best six minutes of my life. Liverpool came out fired up for the second-half and Gerrard looked like a man possessed. Within five minutes, we got our reward.
  
"Riise on the left. Cross is blocked by Nesta. Riise will get another chance. In it goes. GERRARD!!!" screamed Tyldesley.
  
"Goal! Come on! Come on! Two more! Allah, pleases two more!" I shouted in an excited voice.
  
"It had to be Gerrard! Come on! Come on!" said Ikram as he jumped on me.
  
There was a cry from Aareefah. "We're right back in it! Come on Liverpool," she said as my smallest cousin, Ebrahim, picked up his elder sister, Ammarah.
  
"It's amazing how the room's atmosphere changed in that one second. All of a sudden we had hope. It wasn't a lot but it was hope and we had the momentum.
  
Two minutes later we were back on our feet.
  
"Alonso to Hamann. Hamann finds Smicer. It opens up for Vladimir SMICER!!!" screamed Tyldesley.
  
"YES! COME ON! COME ON ! ONLY ONE MORE! ALLAH PLEASE ONLY ONE MORE!" I shouted at top of my voice.
  
"I swear Imraan, if we do this I'm going to jump on you! COME ON LIVERPOOL!" screamed Ikram, already jumping on me.
  
"We're well and truly back in it! Game on! COME ON LIVERPOOL!!" shouted Aareefah, while in the process of hugging Attiyyah.
  
At this point Milan were rocking and you could see the equaliser coming a mile off. Shouts of: "Come on" echoed around the room as we waited.
  
"Gerrard bust into the area and is BROUGHT DOWN!" said Tyldesley.
  
"PENALTY!" I shouted.

"Has he given it?" said Ikram in an inquisitive voice .
  
"I don't know," said Ammarah.
  
"Shut up. I can't hear," said Aareefah.
  
"It will be Xabi Alonso to step up," said Tyldesley.
  
"Yes! He's given it," I said in relief .
  
A cloud of anxiety hung over all of us as we held our breath while waiting for Alonso to take the penalty.
  
"Alonso against Dida. Oh, Dida's saved it! Alonso's got the REBOUND!" announced Tyldesley.
  
"YES! COME BACK COMPLETED. COME ON LIVERPOOL!" I shouted, almost leaping out my wheelchair as I tried to grab Ikram and pull him onto me.
  
"Imraan, I swear this is the best match I've ever seen!" Ikram said, while jumping on me again.
  
"And it could get even better!" I said enthusiastically.
  
I turned to look at Aareefah who just ten minutes before was almost crying. Now she was jumping about along with my cousins.
  
"We haven't won. Try to calm down, there's still a long way to go," I said.
  
For the next half an hour, I sat praying. I really needed the loo but I dared not leave the room.
  
"What you doing?" Ikram asked me.
  
"I really need the loo, man," I said, crossing my legs tighter than usual.
  
"Well go!" Ikram replied
  
"You expect me to leave now? There's only three minutes left. I'll hang on."
  
Those three minutes seemed to take forever but when the final whistle did go, I called my auntie Abeda to take me to the loo. While I went for what was literally the quickest wee of my life - splash and dash - my Dad walked in. He had been out for most of the game visiting a friend in hospital. They had the game on there so he hadn't missed out on a lot.
  
Extra-time seemed to take forever and apart from that one Dudek save that I mentioned earlier, not a lot really happened. So here we all sat waiting for the shoot-out to begin. The coin toss determined that Milan would take the first penalty. I saw this as a good thing seeing as we would take the last penalty.
  
Milan's first penalty taker walked up to the area. It was Serginio, the Brazilian, who had a pretty good record when it came to taking penalties. My hands began to sweat as I clenched them even tighter.
  
Only one phrase kept going through my mind, "Allah-hu-Akbur".
  
"And he's skied it!" said Tyldesley.
  
Sighs of "YES" rang around the room in relief. I turned to Ikraam with my fists clenched tight. "Come on Liverpool!" I whispered. There was no reaction from Ikraam, only a smile appeared on his face, as he was too busy praying.
  
I turned to the TV set to see Didi Hamman walking up for Liverpool. I tried to blank out the memory of him missing in the Worthington cup final four years before but it kept playing in my head like a bad song.

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"Come on Didi, you can do it!" I kept thinking. As he stepped up to take the penalty, I saw the Milan keeper Dida diving in the right direction. My heart stopped for a moment as if the anticipation was too much to bear.
  
"It's there! 1-0 Liverpool!" said Tyldesley. We all cheered, "YES!" in a determined voice as shouts of "COME ON LIVERPOOL!" came from Aareefah, while she watched with her hands pursed against her lips.
  
Pirlo stepped up for Milan as the penalties seemed to come faster and faster. It was at this point that I noticed Dudek doing what can only be described as a dancing starfish routine on the goal line.
  
"What on Earth is he doing?" I asked Ikraam in a soft voice.
  
"I dunno," said Ikraam, who was too nervous to speak. I saw Pirlo side foot it to his left as Dudek dived in the same direction.
  
"He's saved it!" cried Tyldesley. We cried, "YES!" with an extra note of determinism.
  
Cisse was next up for us. He had been injured for most of the season and I couldn't help thinking if this would affect him. Thankfully it didn't as he stroked the ball into the right-hand bottom corner, putting us 2-0 up. The penalties seemed to come thick and fast now. Tommason next up for Milan, who scored.
  
Riise was next up for us. Of all the Liverpool players, I was sure he would have scored but I was forgetting one little thing, it was a penalty shoot-out and nothing ever goes to plan. So true to form, Riise had his penalty saved and all of a sudden it was game on for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.
  
Kaka was next up for Milan, another Brazilian. I kept hoping that two would miss that night, but he didn't. Instead he blasted the ball in and it was 2-2. Vladimir Smicer was next for us. He had a knack for being, how do I put this, not the most reliable Liverpool player. Again my heart stopped beating. I knew this would be his last kick of a ball in a Liverpool shirt and a kept thinking, "Make it a good one son!".
  
It was thankfully. I started to think of victory, we all did, trying not to get too carried away with ourselves. I had been here before with England and then tasted the bitter taste of defeat. I then saw Shevchenko walking up.
  
I immediately started thinking of our next penalty taker, who happened to be Gerrard, as I was so confident that Shevchenko would score. After all how can the European Footballer of the Year miss the decisive penalty in the Champions league final? We all thought that Shevchenko looked pretty confident. Looking back at it now, it was probably nerves rather than confidence.
  
"There will be no more second chances if Shevchenko misses," said Tyldesley. We all held our breath. The anxiety was too much.
  
"AND DUDEK SAVES IT!" Tyldesley cried.
  
I exploded with raw emotion. We all did. I turned to Dad, who was half way across the room and running towards me.

"YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!" everyone cried with delight.
  
Dad ran over to me, undid my belt, and picked me up.
  
"Come here my boy!" he said, while lifting me up in the air.
  
I gave him a hug and then turned to Aareefah, who had Attiyyah thrust high up in the air, while Ebrahim did the same to Ammarah. I felt something on my back. It was Ikraam.
  
"Imraan, I swear we've done it, we've done it!" he shouted in my ear.
  
"I know man, I know!" I yelled back.
  
At this point dad's mobile started ringing, we knew who it was, it was uncle Arif, but none of us could be bothered to pick it up. We were still too high. At this point all I wanted to do was give Aareefah a hug, but Ebrahim got in the way so I decided to hug him first. I then finally got to Aareefah over what seemed to be a hundred bodies.
  
"Come here sis, we've done it, we've done it!" I said, while diving on to her.
  
"I know bro, come on my lads!" she replied. I then turned to Ikraam, who had a gleaming smile on his face, and I gave him another hug before sitting back in my chair. As uncle Arif couldn't get through on Dad's mobile, he rang on the house line. My auntie Abeda picked it up before handing it to Aareefah.
  
"Aareefah, I CAN'T TAKE IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT!" he said, almost in tears of joy.
  
"I'M COMING OVER. I'VE GOTTA COME OVER!" he said again. Aareefah turned to me, "Uncle Arif's comin!"
  
"I knew he would," I replied, still overwhelmed by what had just happened.
  
Considering Uncle Arif lives about five minutes away, it took him two and a half to get to us. As he rang the doorbell, we knew what to expect. Auntie Abeda opened it and he ran in, kicked his shoes off, threw his keys and jacket on to the floor before jumping on Dad's back.
  
"YES!" he screamed while punching his right fist in the air and grabbing Aareefah with the other hand.
  
I sat there with my arms open waiting for him to jump on me, but it seemed to take an eternity for him to notice my signal. He finally came and gave me a hug.
  
While we were waiting for the players to get to the podium so Gerrard could lift the cup up, I shouted at Aareefah, "Where's my scarf?"
  
"It's over here!" she announced, before handing it to me just in time for us to wave it before Gerrard picked the illustrious cup up to all our delight.
  
I went to bed that night with a smile bigger than the Cheshire cat himself but I couldn't sleep as I kept thinking about what had just happen.
  
So Liverpool became champions of Europe for the fifth time in the club's history and I'll tell you what, no matter what I, Aareefah, Ikram or Liverpool Football Club do in the future, I'll never forget those special hours during that one night in May.

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Jan Kromkamp has admitted he's willing to put club before country after seeing his World Cup ambitions take a knock this week.  
Kromkamp was left out of the Dutch squad for the friendly with Ecuador with coach Marco Van Basten insiting the full back must be playing regular first team football if he hopes to be on the plane to Germany in the summer.
  
Kromkamp has started the last two matches for the Reds and performed well at right back against Charlton on Saturday.
  
He insists he'll do all he can to force his way back into his country's plans for the summer finals, but for now he's more than happy to concentrate on club matters.
  
"I'm happy with my own performance for the last two weeks. It's the first time I played right back on Saturday and I think I did okay," said Kromkamp.
  
"I hope I get back into the World Cup squad. The manager has a policy you must be playing regularly well at your own club to be in the national team. Lately I have not been playing regularly, which is why I was not in the squad.
  
"If you play at a great club like Liverpool. it's a great step up. I know I made a great choice and I can only get better as a player because I have great players around me.
  
"Liverpool is the most important thing to me. If I do well here, then maybe I can still go to the World Cup."