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Bloctchy cunt.

Radge when ye heed's the same material as the shite they're showing off at Oak Furnitureland.

Convenient as fuck.

eh? Howay is one word. Unless you're soft in the head it doesn't become "HW" in an acronym.

Deserves it for being thick enough to think there's a W in "Howay".

Genuinely think he's on the cusp of bringing his dead da up again to gain sympathy. Shameless cunt rode on it when he was appointed and I think he'd do it again.

Lewk "Blithering-cunt-with-the-inability-to-understand-xG" will love that. Might even have a bottle of wine trying to decipher it, the alcoholic fuck.

I AM THE EGGMAN THEY ARE THE EGGMEN width=300https://sm.imgix.net/21/03/stephen-agnew.jpg?w=640&h=480&auto=compress,format&fit=clip[/img] I AM THE WALRUS GOO GOO G'JOOB

This one of the better insults I've seen for a while. I do try.

Accumulate that you fucking fat, buttery, pork pie jelly, biscuit-headed fucking cunt

Blue Ribands, Hobnobs, KitKats, garibaldis, malted milks, chocolate malted milks, digestives, chocolate digestives, chocolate caramel digestives, rich teas, chocolate rich teas, custard creams, Jaffa cakes, lemon Jaffa cakes, low fat Jaffa cakes (lerl jk), jammy dodgers, them other kind of jammy dodgers, belvitas, them little belvitas, Jacob's crackers, that “French toast” stuff...

Why’s Jeffrey so blotchy all the time? Does he have a skin condition is it just because he’s Irish?

Bruce picking crumbs off the roof of his mouth and then Jeffrey Hendrick comes into view. Find iz a rope.

He couldn’t in The Deliverance either

Meat pie, sausage roll, come on fat cunt get us a goal. Oooh wuhv got a corner...

Bet Baldwards is having a right stranglewank over this Bruce masterclass.

Shelvey’s done after that 10-yard run. Needs a sit down and 20 minutes to catch his breath.

Anyone willing to monitor Jonjo Baldcunt’s pass accuracy this evening? The accuracy being how many punts land directly on the forehead of Lewis Dunk?

Always dread to think how many chocolate biscuits this vile creature consumes ahead of an 8pm kick off.

Sir Stephen Roger will have such a smug, reflective look on his fat face as he looks out while chugging back his pint of bacon grease in the morning.

Why are they dragging him away from his stash of chocolate biscuits to say the same shit every week? Just record him saying it once and hit the play button. Tedious, wretched fucking bellend.

It's how we've approached every game for some time and will continue to do so between now and the end of the season.