Keefaz

Can't imagine his % of successful passes and tackles. 20%? Fucking horrible player.

Probably cos' they're all massive racists.

Bet you love to steal sweets from shops, you greedy porker.

Always the same in these 'big games'. Teams concentrate on influencing the ref rather than winning the game by playing football. Shite.

Go to the gym, man. Lazy twat.

Barton hitting that with his left would be even more incredible. I'd had half a dozen pre match pints in my defence. Should've used the old 'I was watching in a mirror' defence.

Um. Yes. Well, except for score, but nearly.

I would guess it would have been around 10%-25% if Smith had played. Which is a shocking statistic.

Chock Totty.

http://www.whoateallthepies.tv/miscellaneous/1517/hardest_and_fas.html It's worth checking that Ronny goal out. You can't even see the ball at normal speed. Ridiculous.

Think the commentator called him Chake...?

Not really, as the fastest goal is about 130mph.

Weeeeeeeeeey! I think you mean... http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh276/Desdirodeabike/Yeeaaaahh.jpg I was referencing the Geordie version. I almost typed 'not that you'd know anything about that, you fucking turncoat!' and then remembered where I am. Sorry, I don't understand you. I think you've gone native.

Weeeeeeeeeey! I think you mean... http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh276/Desdirodeabike/Yeeaaaahh.jpg

There was a ball played down the wing yesterday that I'd never have thought he'd get to in a million years, but he absolutely flew there. Bizarre.

Think Routledge did well today. Dunno if people have mentioned it much, but made himself a right nuisance and pulled players all over (from the bits I saw).

Brilliant.

You're taking the piss now. Fuck off.

he already is, under the covers as mam told him to turn the laptop off after the newcastle game(he promised he'd go to sleep after that)

Give yourself a massive facepalm and go to bed.

"What went wrong today?" McLeish: "Human error." No shit. Not one of those mechanical failures we see so often nowadays, then.

Jesus Christ, man, Yorkie.