I’D LOVE TO KOP WIGGINS Rodgers a big fan of cycling golden boy

BRENDAN RODGERS has urged Liverpool’s players to take a leaf out of the book of four-times Olympic gold medal winner Bradley Wiggins.

Rodgers is a huge fan of the cycling champ and would love to sign up the 32-year-old – if he was any good at football.

But the Kop boss still reckons his players can learn from Wiggo, who followed up his Tour de France triumph with Olympic gold in the time trial this summer.

Asked which London 2012 competitor he would sign and why, Rodgers said: “There are many great Olympians and I think the team and the work they delivered was incredible.

“But I think Bradley Wiggins would be the one I would choose for two simple reasons.

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“Firstly, to win after winning is very, very difficult and this is a guy who won the Tour de France.

“He was at the top, probably elated and also suffered. Only a week or so later, in his first race he did it for the team – I could see he was getting water bottles to help his team-mates try to achieve gold.

“They unfortunately didn’t, but it showed he was a team player.

“In the next race he won the gold. That shows you the level of mentality and consistency he has.

“To have someone like that in my group is important. I believe he’s a Liverpool supporter, so I like to have people with Liverpool in their heart.”

THIS boring international shite is a good time to sit back and take a breather after a whirlwind start to the football season.

It’s a time when you give the missus a brief nod, remind the kids what their dad looks like and give your screaming liver a brief break from the hard stuff.

It’s also a time when – if you’re like me – you ask the question: “Who the f*** did we get in the League Cup?”

I’m pretty obsessed when it comes to football. I mean, if you spend every penny you earn on the game and check the footie gossip the moment you open your eyes each morning, then it’s fair f***s to say you’re pretty sold on the sport, isn’t it?

So it’s a bit of an oversight that I didn’t get on to who my team drew in the Capital One Cup (what the f*** were they thinking allowing that name, by the way?).

And here’s the thing: I’m not the only one – it’s fast becoming the Forgotten Cup.

It’s the competition that’s been knocked to the floor more times than a loud-mouthed city centre tramp – and now footie is putting the boot in while no-one’s looking.

Managers field the stiffs and treat the cup as a hindrance to games that REALLY matter.

Fans seem like they’re going through the motions – like they’re supping a pint with a boring ex-colleague, looking at their watches and wishing they were anywhere else but in a half-full