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Shall I just change it to 6?

It's only 5 defeats off the bounce and 12 defeats in 17. They're mid-table, who gives a fuck? 13 points since Boxing Day, worst in the league, scored 10 and conceded 31. They're comfortable in mid-table why even bother to do a bit of research and look at what's actually happening? It's fucking disgusting.

Hope Amazon have ordered plenty of copies to cope with the rush like.

For about 2 or 3 minutes* it was like an U-13 game. The period where Shola fell flat on his arsehole, just wild hacking and punting of the ball back and forth, ridiculously shite. *insert obvious joke here.

Taking 4 points from City (A) and Chelsea (A) in the space of 4 days is impressive and had given them a massive chance of staying up. They're not out of the woods yet but they've given themselves a chance. Not a chance we could have repeated their performances/results over the last few days.

Scrubbing the fucking bogs out.

Oh, Robson Green was in the Gallowgate today, mixing with the proles.

The fifth official.

As soon as Swansea won the corner in the 47th minute there were audible, ominous groans - every fucker knew exactly what was about to happen. 10 seconds later Bony nods it it. We're so fucking weak, mentally and physically. Bar a little 15 minute spell Swansea always looked the more likely to get the 3rd goal. We deserved exactly what we got, Swansea wanted it more and even a goal head-start wasn't enough for us. We're fucking repugnant to watch and support.

Bottom of the league stuff since Boxing Day. Ranked 20th out of 20 in our last 17 games, pretty much half a season's worth of games and no-one has done worse than us. It's not a blip, or a dip in form, it's a sustained malaise which has reappeared after last year's relegation scare. It's disgraceful.

Result that assures Liverpool of the title AND gives them a serious chance of staying up. Fuck me, man.

We'll get absolutely shafted. Potential to be the worst defeat of the season* *until we go to Anfield obviously.

That's as good as a resignation letter. If we're going to lose then I hope they absolutely fucking twat us.

"ken a hev a footlang meatbaal pet?"

Wonder if he's been told he's being peddled? Genuinely sounds like he's lost the plot in a major way and he's almost doing the damage-limitation, self-preservation thing. Putting these things out in public so often to mitigate the damage. Wishful thinking most probably but I'll gladly clutch at any straw going atm.

You're right. I think I actually want it to happen too. That's awful but I'm thinking of the greater good and getting this cunt shifted asap.

Fucking disgraceful stuff. The most talented player in the squad and he's been fucked off because he doesn't graft enough. It's shameful, absolutely fucking shameful that Ben Arfa is leaving and the cancer is staying.

That's the thing, though. If we're winning it'll be about as poisonous as a church picnic. I know. Just want to see a bit of venom for the atrocious last 18 months.

Hoping it's going to be fucking poisonous. Result is largely irrelevant tbh.

Completely immaterial who signs, they're all playing for a fucking idiot who hasn't got the first clue how to mould/organise a team. Nothing on the park will get better until this utter cunt goes, it's just a matter of shuffling shit around and waiting for it to happen.

Prolongs the agony. It's fine.

Cabbie probably read it on here tbh.

fucking hell.

Inclined to agree. He seems to be washing his hands of the situation and he's always stressing how shite the situation was when he took over. Fails to mention the fact he had them out of the shit and into about 13th in early Feb and has taken them straight back down into 20th and well adrift at the bottom. Can't blame him in many ways as I can't imagine he wants a PL relegation on his CV as he's starting his managerial career.

I know it's really unprofessional and it's something I'd normally object to but if I was Ben Arfa I'd tell him to get fucked, throw in a transfer request and refuse to play. Take the fine and watch him squirm.