Nimrod

Jedan od omiljenih igraca. Ne racunajuci ovu sezonu,uvek je osim golova imao i dosta asistencija,a ona njegova spustanja visokih lopti na nogu saigracu mogu da donesu prevagu. Pali i levom i desnom,a o skok igri da ne govorim. Uz njega brz centarfor profitira,koliko se samo stari Munitis bio razigrao prosle sezone u Rasingu. Ne cudi me sto se Spaleti raspituje,s obzirom kakav je Zigic imao show te veceri protiv Rome - 2 gola i asistenciju.

Dobio je Bajern kurac,i to tvrd,tvrd za mnogo godina.

I sto bi je mrzeo,na kraju krajeva? Gde svrstati Panteru,kad su oni kategorija za sebe. Unikat.

Nema svrhe da sad prepricavam sta se tu radi i kako izgleda,ali je do jaja sprdnja. Posto se downloaduje,treba preko torenata da se nadje krek koji se iskopira u folderu,i to je to. Jel' se zezao neko sa ovim?

Ziva istina. Ti prvi albumi su OK,ipak su bili klinci,ali zadnjih 4-5 albuma su bad ass!

hahaha...matjka.

ok,a sad dosta sranja s moje strane

OK,mislio sam da si lik,a ti tako. Babo. Evo,sam cu da se reportujem,ako te to veseli. on topic: The Raven [First published in 1845] horizontal space Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Verovatno. Zato se Valensija sad bori za opstanak,umesto za LS.

Tequila i Jack su vrh.

Novije pesme nemaju mesta u top 10 definitivno.

Ti da imas pojma o estetici,bar bi promenio avatar. A i potpis. I vokabular. I da ne nabrajam.

Lik na SOS-u koji komentarise "ultimmmmat-fajjjtt" je najjaci

Ma,to iz tebe govori frustracija.Nase sudije su super.Dvoje su se tako smuvali.

A sto kad realno to i nije neki kvalitet?

Za veceras nemam predlog,a za sutra Bajern i u subotu Nirnberg.

ma film je totalno neozbiljan,sto se primate toliko...

@Joker - yea,am cool. @mazrim ben-haim - ene,ipak umes da srocis slozenu recenicu.

piksi nije bio na 16 funkcija u isto vreme...vidim da te bas zuljaju te duple krune...debilcino

Brate,kenja. Moze da se kaze - "to se meni ne svidja",ali reci za utemeljivaca jednog pravca u knjizevnosti da nije neki kvalitet je bas trulo. A videcemo kako ces ti reagovati kad neko bude napisao za Barkera da je bolesnik,precenjen pisac i slicna sranja koja sam vec cuo. Ako Barker navodi Poa kao uzor,to sigurno nije jer je ovaj pacer.

Ma,brate,ne dovodis Slaja Stalonea da sudi. Ako je Mehuto Gonzales opusteno sudio moskovski derbi i neke meceve po Bugarskoj bez pritisaka,moze i ovde. Sudjenje je generalno ocajno,nema svrhe sad nabrajati sve meceve gde su i jedni i drugi imali vetar u ledja. Mrznja medju navijacima je sada nikad veca,pa ce biti jos dogovorenih tuca i bodenja,a kad na to dodas represivnu reakciju nase murije,dobijes smrtonosan koktel,gde obicno strada neko ko ne treba. A ti Geozee,ako ti je nas fudbal najgori na svetu,onda ili nemoj vise podjebavati ili odjebi sa ove teme.

Korupcija i neregularnost u srpskom fudbalu? Na celu groblja je Veliki Tole Karadzic,milioner i predsednik FSV,FSS,FKP,i da ne nabrajam funkcije,a on licno je ugasio Spartak iz Subotice npr. Samo ludak moze da poveruje da je otimacina u sredu bila slucajna (posle 2 zvezdine duple krune uzastopno) ?! I sad svi tapsu sudiju po ramenu sto se povukao i izvinio,kao ljudi smo?! Erare humanum est?! Kur moj. Ojadim te,pa ti se izvinim?! A glavni sudija stoji 3 metra i pravi se lud? Cak sa tribine se videlo da je gol regularan. A onda ce taj isti Karadzic da kenja o ozdravljenju fudbala?

Treba da angazujemo sudije sa strane,definitivno. Ne kazem to samo zbog pljacke u kupu,odavno je tako.

radujte se,grobari. jer ko zna kad cete sledeci put.

Barker je briljantan pisac,sa hirurski preciznim recenicama. Od romana sam procitao Igru Prokletstva,Utkani svet i Evervil. Zabluda je da je on iskljucivo horor-pisac. Npr. Evervil je otprilike fantazija,a pisao je i za decu.