Wed Jan 02, 2019 12:01 pm
Forever Blue wrote:Personally I bet this has all been taken out of context and yes Bellamy is loud//shouts/ demanding / passionate etc but he won’t have made it a personal thing against a kid.
Wed Jan 02, 2019 12:22 pm
Wed Jan 02, 2019 12:28 pm
Sven wrote:Forever Blue wrote:Personally I bet this has all been taken out of context and yes Bellamy is loud//shouts/ demanding / passionate etc but he won’t have made it a personal thing against a kid.
Annis, you've met and chatted with Craig Bellamy and know a little of his real character rather than the one perceived by those who like to believe the negative about certain people
Craig is certainly a character and his own man. He also has an occasional short fuse but he has always been good with the kids to the best of my knowledge or have there have been rumblings from the Academy before now?
This story has only really been reported in one mischievous paper and there doesn't appear to be a flood of Academy players/parents coming out of the usual woodwork (the modern thing when someone is down) to claim that they have complained similarly
As for being 'suspended from Sky sports', they have now said Bellamy has been told he won't work with them again until this is cleared up and that would be in line with any workplace safeguarding where one of its employees has been accused (not proven guilty) of any wrong-doing
One line that did get my attention was (quote the parent) "we feared for his welfare"
Not a big sentence but one that (for me) says a lot and a great reason/excuse to leave the Academy, which in turn leaves me wondering even more if the boy/parent already had somewhere else they's rather be?![]()

Wed Jan 02, 2019 12:32 pm
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Wed Jan 02, 2019 1:05 pm
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Wed Jan 02, 2019 3:03 pm
Bay Blue wrote:My friend at Sky tells me CB has amassed quite a few enemies at the broadcaster and this was just the reason they needed to drop him, he’ll never work for them again.
Time for a nice cigar - Cuban
Wed Jan 02, 2019 3:08 pm
Chris Holmes wrote: Mother thought her daughter, 31, had been murdered when she saw her in bloodsoaked bed following sickening New Year attack by stranger over a bag of chips
Wed Jan 02, 2019 3:30 pm
Forever Blue wrote:Sven wrote:Forever Blue wrote:Personally I bet this has all been taken out of context and yes Bellamy is loud//shouts/ demanding / passionate etc but he won’t have made it a personal thing against a kid.
Annis, you've met and chatted with Craig Bellamy and know a little of his real character rather than the one perceived by those who like to believe the negative about certain people
Craig is certainly a character and his own man. He also has an occasional short fuse but he has always been good with the kids to the best of my knowledge or have there have been rumblings from the Academy before now?
This story has only really been reported in one mischievous paper and there doesn't appear to be a flood of Academy players/parents coming out of the usual woodwork (the modern thing when someone is down) to claim that they have complained similarly
As for being 'suspended from Sky sports', they have now said Bellamy has been told he won't work with them again until this is cleared up and that would be in line with any workplace safeguarding where one of its employees has been accused (not proven guilty) of any wrong-doing
One line that did get my attention was (quote the parent) "we feared for his welfare"
Not a big sentence but one that (for me) says a lot and a great reason/excuse to leave the Academy, which in turn leaves me wondering even more if the boy/parent already had somewhere else they's rather be?![]()
Chris,
I have got to know Bells well over the years, I have nothing but respect for him![]()
My oldest daughter also spent 5 days in Dubai with him and and a group of others.
Looked after my daughter well
Personally Inhave only ever seen passion and respect shown by Bells, yes he demands passion to be shown by players who he teaches and for me that’s as far as it would go.
Todays kids need some old school in them
Wed Jan 02, 2019 3:39 pm
Wed Jan 02, 2019 3:39 pm
Wed Jan 02, 2019 3:45 pm
BlueBob101 wrote:How did this get leaked? Looking at the details in the articles it must have been from someone on the inside?
Could it be NW wanting him out?
Wed Jan 02, 2019 4:20 pm
Wed Jan 02, 2019 4:23 pm
Tony Blue Williams wrote:2blue2handle wrote:CF31 Company wrote:I'd take a pound for every time I have been called a sheep shagger by an English man/woman. Life is tough get on with it! :
By your boss really? Odd working environment especially when working with younger people.
I joined the Army @ 17 years of age and was called all sorts in regard to being Welsh by NCO's in basic training and beyond. It didn't do me any harm whatsoever.
Wed Jan 02, 2019 5:18 pm
Wed Jan 02, 2019 5:31 pm
Wed Jan 02, 2019 7:36 pm
Sven wrote:Bay Blue wrote:My friend at Sky tells me CB has amassed quite a few enemies at the broadcaster and this was just the reason they needed to drop him, he’ll never work for them again.
Time for a nice cigar - Cuban
Quote (Bay Blue): "My friend at Sky tells me..."![]()
You've never brought him/her and their 'insider' comments to this Forum before, so why start now?![]()
Also, I'd like to point out in another thread you stated you'd never smoke a cigar after the antics of the Freeman's girls
Which is it to be?![]()
Wed Jan 02, 2019 8:27 pm
Bay Blue wrote:Sven wrote:Bay Blue wrote:My friend at Sky tells me CB has amassed quite a few enemies at the broadcaster and this was just the reason they needed to drop him, he’ll never work for them again.
Time for a nice cigar - Cuban
Quote (Bay Blue): "My friend at Sky tells me..."![]()
You've never brought him/her and their 'insider' comments to this Forum before, so why start now?![]()
Also, I'd like to point out in another thread you stated you'd never smoke a cigar after the antics of the Freeman's girls
Which is it to be?![]()
Now’s the time, I’m very selective when I use my inside info.
Never again from freeman’s, those girls were very “naughty but nice”.
And just to finish, stop bullying me unless I’ll report you to moderator
Wed Jan 02, 2019 8:57 pm
Forever Blue wrote:Personally I bet this has all been taken out of context and yes Bellamy is loud//shouts/ demanding / passionate etc but he won’t have made it a personal thing against a kid.
for this weekend
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Steven Gerrard had called the owner and booked a private room for us at Monty’s Restaurant and Bar. Monty’s was situated in an area near the beach. The interior was black and white, and I remember seeing a karaoke machine in the bar.
A couple of the lads started drinking before the food arrived. Among them was Craig Bellamy. Pretty soon a microphone appeared on the table and Bellamy bellowed into it: “Riise’s gonna sing! Riise’s gonna sing!” He started before the food was served and continued while we ate. He was already quite drunk and I was already quite annoyed.
Pretty soon Bellamy was over by the karaoke machine with the microphone in the hand: “Riise’s gonna sing! Riise’s gonna sing!” Furious, I went over to him: “I’m not singing. Shut the f**k up or else I’m gonna smash you!” He screamed back: “I’m gonna f*cking kill you, you ginger c**t!”
Bellamy shut up, and I left with Sami Hyypiä – who was just getting a little tipsy – and got a taxi back to the hotel. Agger hadn’t wanted to leave yet, so I promised to leave the door unlocked. Back in the room I fell asleep almost immediately. It was no later than half twelve.
I woke in the dark to hear someone opening the door. Obviously I thought it was Agger. I turned, but my eyes were half-asleep, and I didn’t see anything in the sudden, bright glare. But something made me realise that it wasn’t Agger. And soon I could see him – Craig Bellamy at the foot of my bed with a golf club in his hands.
Steve Finnan, who shared a room with Bellamy, was there too, but he just stood there. Bellamy raised the club over his head and swung as hard as he could. He tried to hit my shins, which would have ended my career, but I managed to pull my leg away in time.
I jumped out of bed, pulled off the sheet and held it between us like I was some kind of half-awake matador. Bellamy sputtered: “Nobody disrespects me like that in front of the lads!” He was completely gone.
“I don’t care if I go to jail! My kids have enough money for school and everything. I don’t care. I’ll f*cking do you!” He raised the club and swung again. This time he connected. Full force on my hip. I was so pumped with adrenaline that I didn’t feel the pain, but he hit me hard. It was an iron.
The next blow smashed into my thigh. I tried to hold up the sheet, but he continued to strike. He could seriously injure me. At the same time, I knew I could take Bellamy if I needed to. I was bigger and stronger.
Finnan stood by the door. Maybe he was there to stop Bellamy if it got too bad, but he was short and skinny. He wouldn’t have stood a chance once I made my mind up. However, I knew that if I responded to Bellamy’s attack, my career at Liverpool would be over.
I tried to calm him down: “Put down the club and let’s fight with our fists. Come on! A proper fight!” He just stood and glowered at me. Then he said: “Tomorrow at nine o’clock we’ll meet and finish this.” Then he left.
A lot of things had happened that night; I didn’t know about most of it because I’d gone to bed early, but when I looked out the window to see what all the racket was about I saw the flashing lights of a police car and our keeper, Jerzy Dudek, being bundled into the back in handcuffs. He was singing and pounding on the roof of the car.
I rang the doctor and asked him to take a look at me. Already my hip and thigh were turning black and blue. After taking care of my injuries, the doctor called Rafa Benítez. He hurried upstairs and his shock was palpable when he entered the room. But he didn’t say much. He was the same as always, calm and controlled. He just mentioned everyone involved would meet up the next day for a chat. Then he left, first to demand a report from Gerrard about who had let things spiral out of control that night.
In the morning I got up, showered and examined the injuries in the mirror. At five to nine I left the room. Agger wanted to come with me. I found Bellamy’s door and knocked. No answer. It was nine o’clock. I was ready. I knocked again, but nobody opened.
For 10 minutes, we waited outside. Then Agger and I went to have breakfast. The rumours of what had happened during the night had clearly spread. The lads sat there, laughing amongst themselves. After a while Bellamy showed up. He didn’t even glance at me. He grabbed some food and sat down. Not a sound. Nothing. Dudek arrived with scrapes on his face. The lads laughed even more.
The sniggering continued at the training session. I didn’t like that they just laughed about it. One of our team-mates had attacked me and could have ended my career. Why did nobody challenge him about it? But they must have thought that this was a private matter between Bellamy and me.
I felt like knocking him out. I would have been justified in giving him a pounding but I had too much respect for Benítez and the team. We were about to play an important match. There was enough commotion as it was.
Bellamy apologised but only when he was more or less forced to by the manager. He ended up with an £80,000 fine. I received no punishment, contrary to the reports of some journalists.
Wed Jan 02, 2019 10:40 pm
northernbluebird wrote:Forever Blue wrote:Personally I bet this has all been taken out of context and yes Bellamy is loud//shouts/ demanding / passionate etc but he won’t have made it a personal thing against a kid.
of course. bellamy would never do something like that, would he? the following from when he attacked a team mate with a golf club.for this weekend
Read more
Steven Gerrard had called the owner and booked a private room for us at Monty’s Restaurant and Bar. Monty’s was situated in an area near the beach. The interior was black and white, and I remember seeing a karaoke machine in the bar.
A couple of the lads started drinking before the food arrived. Among them was Craig Bellamy. Pretty soon a microphone appeared on the table and Bellamy bellowed into it: “Riise’s gonna sing! Riise’s gonna sing!” He started before the food was served and continued while we ate. He was already quite drunk and I was already quite annoyed.
Pretty soon Bellamy was over by the karaoke machine with the microphone in the hand: “Riise’s gonna sing! Riise’s gonna sing!” Furious, I went over to him: “I’m not singing. Shut the f**k up or else I’m gonna smash you!” He screamed back: “I’m gonna f*cking kill you, you ginger c**t!”
Bellamy shut up, and I left with Sami Hyypiä – who was just getting a little tipsy – and got a taxi back to the hotel. Agger hadn’t wanted to leave yet, so I promised to leave the door unlocked. Back in the room I fell asleep almost immediately. It was no later than half twelve.
I woke in the dark to hear someone opening the door. Obviously I thought it was Agger. I turned, but my eyes were half-asleep, and I didn’t see anything in the sudden, bright glare. But something made me realise that it wasn’t Agger. And soon I could see him – Craig Bellamy at the foot of my bed with a golf club in his hands.
Steve Finnan, who shared a room with Bellamy, was there too, but he just stood there. Bellamy raised the club over his head and swung as hard as he could. He tried to hit my shins, which would have ended my career, but I managed to pull my leg away in time.
I jumped out of bed, pulled off the sheet and held it between us like I was some kind of half-awake matador. Bellamy sputtered: “Nobody disrespects me like that in front of the lads!” He was completely gone.
“I don’t care if I go to jail! My kids have enough money for school and everything. I don’t care. I’ll f*cking do you!” He raised the club and swung again. This time he connected. Full force on my hip. I was so pumped with adrenaline that I didn’t feel the pain, but he hit me hard. It was an iron.
The next blow smashed into my thigh. I tried to hold up the sheet, but he continued to strike. He could seriously injure me. At the same time, I knew I could take Bellamy if I needed to. I was bigger and stronger.
Finnan stood by the door. Maybe he was there to stop Bellamy if it got too bad, but he was short and skinny. He wouldn’t have stood a chance once I made my mind up. However, I knew that if I responded to Bellamy’s attack, my career at Liverpool would be over.
I tried to calm him down: “Put down the club and let’s fight with our fists. Come on! A proper fight!” He just stood and glowered at me. Then he said: “Tomorrow at nine o’clock we’ll meet and finish this.” Then he left.
A lot of things had happened that night; I didn’t know about most of it because I’d gone to bed early, but when I looked out the window to see what all the racket was about I saw the flashing lights of a police car and our keeper, Jerzy Dudek, being bundled into the back in handcuffs. He was singing and pounding on the roof of the car.
I rang the doctor and asked him to take a look at me. Already my hip and thigh were turning black and blue. After taking care of my injuries, the doctor called Rafa Benítez. He hurried upstairs and his shock was palpable when he entered the room. But he didn’t say much. He was the same as always, calm and controlled. He just mentioned everyone involved would meet up the next day for a chat. Then he left, first to demand a report from Gerrard about who had let things spiral out of control that night.
In the morning I got up, showered and examined the injuries in the mirror. At five to nine I left the room. Agger wanted to come with me. I found Bellamy’s door and knocked. No answer. It was nine o’clock. I was ready. I knocked again, but nobody opened.
For 10 minutes, we waited outside. Then Agger and I went to have breakfast. The rumours of what had happened during the night had clearly spread. The lads sat there, laughing amongst themselves. After a while Bellamy showed up. He didn’t even glance at me. He grabbed some food and sat down. Not a sound. Nothing. Dudek arrived with scrapes on his face. The lads laughed even more.
The sniggering continued at the training session. I didn’t like that they just laughed about it. One of our team-mates had attacked me and could have ended my career. Why did nobody challenge him about it? But they must have thought that this was a private matter between Bellamy and me.
I felt like knocking him out. I would have been justified in giving him a pounding but I had too much respect for Benítez and the team. We were about to play an important match. There was enough commotion as it was.
Bellamy apologised but only when he was more or less forced to by the manager. He ended up with an £80,000 fine. I received no punishment, contrary to the reports of some journalists.
Wed Jan 02, 2019 11:14 pm
Llan_Blue wrote:northernbluebird wrote:Forever Blue wrote:Personally I bet this has all been taken out of context and yes Bellamy is loud//shouts/ demanding / passionate etc but he won’t have made it a personal thing against a kid.
of course. bellamy would never do something like that, would he? the following from when he attacked a team mate with a golf club.for this weekend
Read more
Steven Gerrard had called the owner and booked a private room for us at Monty’s Restaurant and Bar. Monty’s was situated in an area near the beach. The interior was black and white, and I remember seeing a karaoke machine in the bar.
A couple of the lads started drinking before the food arrived. Among them was Craig Bellamy. Pretty soon a microphone appeared on the table and Bellamy bellowed into it: “Riise’s gonna sing! Riise’s gonna sing!” He started before the food was served and continued while we ate. He was already quite drunk and I was already quite annoyed.
Pretty soon Bellamy was over by the karaoke machine with the microphone in the hand: “Riise’s gonna sing! Riise’s gonna sing!” Furious, I went over to him: “I’m not singing. Shut the f**k up or else I’m gonna smash you!” He screamed back: “I’m gonna f*cking kill you, you ginger c**t!”
Bellamy shut up, and I left with Sami Hyypiä – who was just getting a little tipsy – and got a taxi back to the hotel. Agger hadn’t wanted to leave yet, so I promised to leave the door unlocked. Back in the room I fell asleep almost immediately. It was no later than half twelve.
I woke in the dark to hear someone opening the door. Obviously I thought it was Agger. I turned, but my eyes were half-asleep, and I didn’t see anything in the sudden, bright glare. But something made me realise that it wasn’t Agger. And soon I could see him – Craig Bellamy at the foot of my bed with a golf club in his hands.
Steve Finnan, who shared a room with Bellamy, was there too, but he just stood there. Bellamy raised the club over his head and swung as hard as he could. He tried to hit my shins, which would have ended my career, but I managed to pull my leg away in time.
I jumped out of bed, pulled off the sheet and held it between us like I was some kind of half-awake matador. Bellamy sputtered: “Nobody disrespects me like that in front of the lads!” He was completely gone.
“I don’t care if I go to jail! My kids have enough money for school and everything. I don’t care. I’ll f*cking do you!” He raised the club and swung again. This time he connected. Full force on my hip. I was so pumped with adrenaline that I didn’t feel the pain, but he hit me hard. It was an iron.
The next blow smashed into my thigh. I tried to hold up the sheet, but he continued to strike. He could seriously injure me. At the same time, I knew I could take Bellamy if I needed to. I was bigger and stronger.
Finnan stood by the door. Maybe he was there to stop Bellamy if it got too bad, but he was short and skinny. He wouldn’t have stood a chance once I made my mind up. However, I knew that if I responded to Bellamy’s attack, my career at Liverpool would be over.
I tried to calm him down: “Put down the club and let’s fight with our fists. Come on! A proper fight!” He just stood and glowered at me. Then he said: “Tomorrow at nine o’clock we’ll meet and finish this.” Then he left.
A lot of things had happened that night; I didn’t know about most of it because I’d gone to bed early, but when I looked out the window to see what all the racket was about I saw the flashing lights of a police car and our keeper, Jerzy Dudek, being bundled into the back in handcuffs. He was singing and pounding on the roof of the car.
I rang the doctor and asked him to take a look at me. Already my hip and thigh were turning black and blue. After taking care of my injuries, the doctor called Rafa Benítez. He hurried upstairs and his shock was palpable when he entered the room. But he didn’t say much. He was the same as always, calm and controlled. He just mentioned everyone involved would meet up the next day for a chat. Then he left, first to demand a report from Gerrard about who had let things spiral out of control that night.
In the morning I got up, showered and examined the injuries in the mirror. At five to nine I left the room. Agger wanted to come with me. I found Bellamy’s door and knocked. No answer. It was nine o’clock. I was ready. I knocked again, but nobody opened.
For 10 minutes, we waited outside. Then Agger and I went to have breakfast. The rumours of what had happened during the night had clearly spread. The lads sat there, laughing amongst themselves. After a while Bellamy showed up. He didn’t even glance at me. He grabbed some food and sat down. Not a sound. Nothing. Dudek arrived with scrapes on his face. The lads laughed even more.
The sniggering continued at the training session. I didn’t like that they just laughed about it. One of our team-mates had attacked me and could have ended my career. Why did nobody challenge him about it? But they must have thought that this was a private matter between Bellamy and me.
I felt like knocking him out. I would have been justified in giving him a pounding but I had too much respect for Benítez and the team. We were about to play an important match. There was enough commotion as it was.
Bellamy apologised but only when he was more or less forced to by the manager. He ended up with an £80,000 fine. I received no punishment, contrary to the reports of some journalists.
That’s one side of the story why are you taking it as gospel truth?
Wed Jan 02, 2019 11:31 pm
Wed Jan 02, 2019 11:37 pm
Bay Blue wrote:On this occasion it’s obvious CB was trying to improve his handicap, I thought he was hard done by.
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