Sima

Fuck me.

Saint Max has been proper shit tonight.

Same.

Should he bollocks. Got a chance of being in the Champions League and he could have an FA Cup winners medal next week.

Ritchie pure hates passing it down the line, like.

State of Krafth.

Goal from this.

Look how deep we are already…

I’m amazed Allardyce hasn’t handed his notice in yet. There must be some clause tying him there

This will be a repeat of the West Ham game. We’ll retreat 10 yards immediately in the second half.

Fucking hell, Paully D.

Aye.

Farqhaud is rattled by Joe, like.

Save.

Joseph.

Sitter.

Should have scored.

5% Honestly, man. What a pile of shit.

Cheese slice. Great.

What’s happened there? Has he went totally to shit?

The little fuckin creep can’t even get his missus’s poachies right, man.

Because they’re narrow-minded degenerates.

Unsurprisingly no one challenged him, I bet.

Oh, writing incorrect web addresses on poorly-formatted A4 sheets is tight!

The ‘expectation’ shite being trotted out again is the most galling. Being a Premier League manager is one of the cushiest jobs in the world. Spit out bullshit cliches, never get challenged on any comments you make and to top it off if you are so shit at your job at to get sacked you get millions. Scumbag landlord will love those comments. If it wasn’t absolutely nailed on already we’ll roll over and get tickled tomorrow night.