I reckon the final to be between liverpool and inter, its just a hunch. This year the surprise package is to be liverpool and I think they will beat the old lady even though its gonna be tough. As far as chelsea is concerned I think they will beat bayern with some ease. Inter will be looking for revenge and that might just spur them and the fans on to beat AC, though I', not that sure.

You guys heard of Pro Evolution 4 by konami. That game is the most realistic and best football game of all time. i never loose. I'll beat all of you in any football game, dnt even try to contest brothers.

Ofcourse I'd vote for myself but I can't. My Choices are - Femme Fatale, Libaax SanKa Taabte and *Diamante* (diamonds are a girl's best friends eh).

Yeah, sports section is gettin anti-arsenal now. I decided to look around other threads. I'm thinking of launchin an attack against the gunner haters, wanna join?

Disclaimer: Don't read this while eating By Alistair MacDonald LONDON (Reuters) - A self confessed cannibal who killed three people, dismembering one victim and eating part of his brain, has been sentenced to life imprisonment. Peter Bryan, 36, a paranoid schizophrenic, on Tuesday pleaded guilty at the Old Bailey court to two counts of manslaughter on the grounds of diminished responsibility. The judge, describing the case as exceptional, told Bryan that in this case "life means the rest of your natural life." Bryan had killed two men two months apart while under the care of mental health institutions in Britain. Both prosecution and defence lawyers criticised mental health authorities in whose care he had been placed since his first killing in 1993 of a 20 year old student. Bryan was sentenced for the killing of Brian Cherry, 43, in February 2004 and Richard Laudwell, 60, slain two months later at Broadmoor prison where he was in custody for the first attack. When police arrived at Cherry's East London flat they found his corpse dismembered with part of his brain in a frying pan. "I would have done someone else if you hadn't come along," Bryan told officers. "I wanted their souls." Bryan later told psychologists that cannibalism was normal, a voodoo ritual that was "like eating the forbidden fruit." Bryan, whose family has a history of mental illness, killed again when remanded in Broadmoor, a high security prison outside London, the court heard. Laudwell, who Bryan described to psychiatrists as "the bottom of the food chain, old and haggard," died 10 days later in hospital. Bryan's first victim Nisha Sheth was killed in March 1993, after which he was placed in care under the Mental Health Act. Prosecution counsel Aftab Jafferjee said the British health authorities had "manifestly failed to protect the public." link Of all the food he can choose from in the world, he goes after his fellow human beings. Just when you think the world couldn't get more messed up, you read something like this.

looool nice one Bob

Did you girls have a good time then? Happy Women's day if it's not too late...And now back to the sports section

^^ But I can't help but think that if he is guilty, he might have been not really be aware of that fact when (and if) he commited those crimes. He seems to be like a person who thinks he's on the same level as children and therefore be accounted with the same lack of responsibility as other children. That is no excuse. That is just some psychological bull that his lawyers will probably use to build up his case and prove that somehow he is innocent because he momentarily blocked out all the sick things he was engolfed in. He is a sick motherf*cker, and he deserves to be locked up. Bloody peodophiles get away with a lot more, and the fact that he is self confirmed "king of pop" is not helping him as it puts him in the spotlight already. I'm with shyhem on this. MJ did it, so did OJ. The difference is MJ will probably get what he deserves, and OJ is sipping on his martini's. Peace

Anyone care to translate this into english. I'm taking that it is a very funny joke because I have never seen so many ppl reply to a joke before.

Cassano, It will take a team effort at the end of the day and a Henry brace to take us through. Give me an update on young De Rossi. He is a great player and will probably opt to leave at the earliest opportunity as Roma dnt look like the team who used to go to semis of the CL.

Milan for me, just play for the result like chelsea. Mourinho: How much to we have to again Steve? Clarke: 1-0 and 3 points in the bag Mourinho: OK, Strikers its ur day off defenders and midfielders(you too lampard) come with me we will train from dusk till dawn. No we wont practice shots we will just defend and go for the 1-0. Midfielders against defenders(no not only you lampard as makelele rethinks which side he should be on). Teams like Barcelona and Arsenal actually want to entertain and give the fans something to be happy about. I believe that these 2 teams are the only sides in Europe who come close to total football of Michels. Wenger even admitted he was inspired by Michels and Rijkaard of course he's dutch. The only Italian teams i like are inter and Juve. Milan are just too boring even with the likes of kaka and sheva. Roma - may Allah help them, good side but may Allah help them

Whats this?? You practically used eat sleep and drink Totti (allah forbid) and now ur turning against him and its Cassano. I'll give you a month more and u'll start saying Mancini or Chivu.

I cant say I disagree with your predictions but what I can say is anything can happen. Cassano, dnt you think ur being too lenient to Italian teams?

We all know that not all english teams are going to get through. Just keep fingers crossed that your team will go through. The team that is most likely to go through is Liverpool. Leverkusen are lethal at home beating both Real and Roma at home and the pool are not so convincing when they go away from home.

Don't all the teams play pompey. How come then only Henry can score a hat trick past them. Our shit defence managed to get a clean sheet for once and the main reason behind it is not that they played great but it is the strike force that kept them busy and eventually at bay. Brothers, I dnt really give a damn whether you guys like him or not but he is surely better that Didier, Francesco and Baros.

He was no doubt a great manager and disciplined his players and got named the GENERAL. The type football he played is just free flowing but any team with tactics and operate more defensively are more likely to beat Michels' side. Remember against Germany when Holland lost. The reason behind this is that they play without tactics.

Totti or Cassano w/e you wanna call urself. What about the Chelsea game did he disappear as well. When the service is there he is there when its not he has to go look for the ball and provide the service. I'm sure u well and truly remember his hat trick at the Olympico Stadium against AS Roma. Must explain why ur so bitter.

Boom Boom Boom!!! Where the guys saying Thierry this Thierry that. Its Thierry here Theirry there and Thierry everywhere. That is what I call class man and talk about perfect timing. When he was needed he lived up to the expectation with an injury aswell. 10 men Palace V 11 superstars United, shame , shame. Chelski showed why they are such an expensive side. Dinho what happened to Liverpool. Lets hear ur excuses now man.

This was a nice game, felt i had to bring it back. L = Loon So next letter would "N"

Little Johnny greeted his mother at the door after she had been out of town all week. Johnny said, "Mommy, guess what? Yesterday, I was playing in the closet in your bedroom and Daddy came into the room with the lady from next door and they got undressed and they got into bed and then Daddy got on top of her and --" The mother held up her hand and said, "Not another word! Wait until your father gets home, and then I want you to tell him exactly what you've just told me." The father came home, and the wife told him that she was leaving him. "But why?" croaked the husband. "Go ahead, Johnny. Tell Daddy just what you told me." "Well," said little Johnny, "I was playing in your closet and Daddy came upstairs with the lady next door and they got undressed and they got into bed and Daddy got on top of her and they did just what you did, Mommy, with Uncle Bob when Daddy was away last summer!"

That was probably 1 of THE best cup ties. On the other hand we needed it because its a confidence boost. Man of the Match?? Patrick Vieira for Arsenal and Chris Morgan for Sheffield

During the Great Depression, there was a man who walked into a bar one day. He went up to the bartender and said, "Bartender, I'd like to buy the house a round of drinks." The bartender said, "That's fine, but we're in the middle of the Depression, so I'll need to see some money first." The guy pulled out a huge wad of bills and set them on the bar. The bartender can't believe what he's seeing. "Where did you get all that money?" asked the bartender. "I'm a professional gambler," replied the man. The bartender said, "There's no such thing! I mean, your odds are fifty-fifty at best, right?" "Well, I only bet on sure things," said the guy. "Like what?" asked the bartender. "Well, for example, I'll bet you fifty dollars that I can bite my right eye," he said. The bartender thought about it. "Okay," he said. So, the guy pulled out his false right eye and bit it. "Aw, you screwed me," said the bartender, and paid the guy his $50. "I'll give you another chance. I'll bet you another fifty dollars that I can bite my left eye," said the stranger. The bartender thought again and said, "Well, I know you're not blind, I mean, I watched you walk in here. I'll take that bet." So, the guy pulled out his false teeth and bit his left eye. "Aw, you screwed me again!" protested the bartender. "That's how I win so much money, bartender. I'll just take a bottle of your best scotch in lieu of the fifty dollars," said the man. With that, the guy went to the back room and spent the better part of the night playing cards with some of the locals. After many hours of drinking and card playing, he stumbled up to the bar. Drunk as a skunk, he said, "Bartender, I'll give you one last chance. I'll bet you five hundred dollars that I can stand on this bar on one foot and piss into that whiskey bottle on that shelf behind you without spilling a drop." The bartender once again pondered the bet. The guy couldn't even stand up straight on two feet, much less one. "Okay, you're on," he said. The guy climbed up on the bar, stood on one leg, and began pissing all over the place. He hit the bar, the bartender, himself, but not a drop made it into the whiskey bottle. The bartender was ecstatic. Laughing, the bartender said, "Hey pal, you owe me five hundred dollars!" The guy climbed down off the bar and said, "That's okay. I just bet each of the guys in the card room a thousand bucks each that I could piss all over you and the bar and still make you laugh!"

A couple was golfing one day on a very, very exclusive golf course lined with million-dollar houses. On the third tee, the husband said, "Honey, be very careful when you drive the ball. Don't knock out any windows. It'll cost us a fortune to fix." The wife teed up and shanked it right through the window of the biggest house on the course. The husband cringed and said, "I told you to watch out for the houses. All right, let's go up there, apologize, and see how much this is going to cost." They walked up and knocked on the door. A voice said, "Come on in. They opened the door and saw glass all over the floor and a broken bottle lying on its side in the foyer. A man on the couch said, "Are you the people who broke my window?" "Uh, yeah. Sorry about that," the husband replied. "No, actually, I want to thank you. I'm a genie who was trapped for a thousand years inside that bottle. You've released me. I'm allowed to grant three wishes -- I'll give you each one wish, and I'll keep the last one for myself." "Okay, great!" the husband said. "I want a million dollars a year for the rest of my life." "No problem -- it's the least I could do. And you, what do you want?" the genie said, looking at the wife. "I want a house in every country of the world," she said. "Consider it done," the genie replied. "And what's your wish, genie?", the husband said. "Well, since I've been trapped in that bottle, I haven't had sex with a woman in a thousand years. My wish is to sleep with your wife." The husband looked at the wife and said, "Well, we did get a lot of money and all those houses, honey. I guess I don't care." The genie took the wife upstairs and ravished her for two hours. After it was over, the genie rolled over, looked at the wife, and said, "How old is your husband, anyway?" "Thirty-five," she replied. "And he still believes in genies? ... That's amazing."

Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion for baked beans. He loved them, but they always had an embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction on him. One day, he met a girl and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would marry, he thought to himself, "She'll never go through with the marriage with me carrying on like this," so he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Shortly after that they were married. A few months later, on the way home from work, his car broke down and since they lived in the country, he called his wife and told her that he would be late because he had to walk. On his way home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked beans overwhelmed him. Since he still had several miles to walk, he figured he could walk off any ill effects before he got home. So he went in and ordered, and before leaving, had three extra large helpings of baked beans. All the way home he farted. By the time he arrived home, he felt reasonably safe. His wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited. She exclaimed, "Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!" She put a blindfold on him, and led him to his chair at the head of the table and made him promise not to peek. At this point, he was beginning to feel another one coming on. Just as his wife was about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang. She again made him promise not to peek until she returned, and away she went to answer the phone. While she was gone, he seized the opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg and let go. It was not only loud, but as stinky as a rotten egg. He had a hard time breathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air about him. He had just started to feel better, when another urge came on. He raised his leg and RRIIIPPPP! It sounded like a diesel engine revving, and smelled worse. To keep from gagging, he tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would dissipate. He got another urge. This was a real blue ribbon winner-the windows shook, the dishes on the table rattled, and a minute later, the flowers on the table were dead. While keeping an ear tuned in on the conversation in the hallway, and keeping his promise of staying blindfolded, he carried on like this for the next 10 minutes, farting and fanning each time with his napkin. When he heard the phone farewells, he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top of it. Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when his wife walked in. Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked at the dinner table. After assuring her he had not peeked, she removed the blindfold and yelled, "SURPRISE!" To his shock and horror, there were 12 dinner guests seated around the table for his surprise birthday party.

I was not counting the forwards but the midfielders. Isn't Dennis Bergkamp a striker??