for god's sake. More about passion and fight. Why don't we try playing actual football with actual footballers? It's novel, but it might just work.
I hate this club.
final 11s warm up game tonight, fingers crossed for no injuries. Shouldn't have spent all weekend lying horizontally and tanning booze and popcorn.
We going out for food at night? Jim hosting a bring-your-own-pie party?
Hope he gets hit by a bus, the creepy, weird gimp. Bet he ends up like Stephen Milligan, sodden wet with an orange in his s*** mouth.
edit: didn't mean it pear don't contact the police
I'll meet folk at Newcastle Central Metro and we can all gan together to Four Lane Ends if that helps. I've been twice and forgotten how to get there, but I can try.