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There are absolutely no trains to Aston from the city centre, some incident this afternoon. Hence people getting there extremely late / not at all.

Had a ticket for our game tonight but gave it away when i discovered the fucking trains aren't running on the cross city line. Insane.

Molineux is such a shit ground.

Anton Ferdinand on SSN speaks like he was dropped onto a hard surface head first as a baby. Like Harry Kane’s “three cock gob” voice except with a fourth cock. he can barely force the words out. He’s like that awful Scouse comedian. Bishop. Him.

suits me.

Christ, really? I think he's an insufferable cunt who thinks he's 1990s era James Richardson, he's awful.

High performance cuntery from a high performing cunt.

Tell you what, we moan on and on about pundits and commentators, but I genuinely think Jake Humphrey is not just the biggest cunt in football television, he's one of the biggest cunts on the face of the planet.

What a run from Leao

Same with Arsenal and Mudryk. Boehly is engaged in a constant cock-measuring competition thinking that is how you win things at football.

I don't watch much football that doesn't involve us, to be honest, but recently watched an entire Chelsea match and it was striking how Cucurella just gets over the halfway line and instantly looks to pass it back. I'd be distraught if we spent 65m for that.

Also, a bit like a taller Arthur Bostrom in Allo Allo*. "Good moaning my froonds" * a massively underrated sitcom

I always thinks he looks like a 1950s gendarme, pottering around a provincial town in a 2cv he barely fits in to

Danny Mills is the biggest cunt in the punditry world, full stop.

It would be a depressing reflection on the nature of English football if De Zerbi went there.

Noticed something from the PFM loving media re Emery the last few days. What I am hearing is "How is he having so much success" to which the answer has been "He's concentrated on the simple things", delivered in such a way as to think Gerrard was on the right track, but Emery has changed a bit here, a bit there. That thing about Watkins saying Emery has told him to do less running for the team and concentrate on getting between the centre halves is being taken to an extreme, the lazy media thinking "Ah, it's just the simple stuff". That's not true. It is very much the complicated stuff, he's created a machine which responds to his instructions, he stands on the touchline shouting instructions throughout games, whereas Gerrard sat slumped in his seat emotionless. He's totally changed the way we play, beyond all recognition, in 19 games. That's not "the simple stuff", that's "the fucking complicated coaching stuff" which their hero Gerrard had zero idea about.

I've no idea why but they never sell booze in the away end. It makes no sense. I can confirm that even in the bits of the ground where they do sell booze, it takes so long to get served it's impossible to get a drink most of the time anyway. Also, don't know what they expect people who arrive at the ground at the most 20 minutes before kick off to do, get pissed? The ones who want to get pissed will arrive pre-pissed.

Coverciano is basically just the HQ of the Italian national team (it's just outside Florence). Their equivalent of St George's Park. There's no reason the English FA couldn't be inculcating deeper thinking in our managers using those facilities, but I bet they don't. I mean, look at some of the coaches involved in the national team at youth level for an idea of the mindset.

What is the Willock one? EDIT googled, it's the Coutinho one. I hate that one, too. Ours, I mean.

Easily the absolutely worst song sung anywhere in English football is the Spurs slow version of When the Spurs (Saints, actually you cunts) Go Marching In. It's absolutely terrible.

He's black, he's broon He's playing for the Toon Cunningham, Cunningham

No, it originated with Napoli.

Not too sure about that, I can recall hearing it sung with two pronunciations of Cunningham which lent it totally different meanings.

Yeah, everyone else hates it too. Although that one dates back to the 50s / 60s. Another popular one, Hi Ho Aston Villa is weird as Wolves and Sheffield Wednesday also use that song (as mentioned on MOTD this year when Jeff Beck died).

I fucking hate that version (everyone seems to have one) of the Napoli 'un giorno all'improviso' (ale ale ale, that one) that we turn out every 3 minutes. It makes me cringe, it's so unoriginal. I remember loads more songs from the 70s and 80s that don't exist any more. Although oddly, a couple of them which reference Nigel Spink, Tony Daley, David Platt and (Tony Cascarino) still get aired a bit. As does one referencing Paul Birch (RIP) and Alan McInally.