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'WHEY A CARN'T PULL ME PANTS UP CAN A, YEWEL AV TA DO IT... YA DAFT TWAT'.

lovely freekick from Taiwo.

McLeish not looking below him. I'm sure he didn't bother doing that with Birmingham last year either and look what happened.

Pole position in the Grand Prix, then a decent goal there. Canny day for Walcott.

John Motson's not been allowed to leave London again.

ey ey ey ey ey, calm down, that Sheera dusn't know what he's talkin' 'bout. We're all behind you Kenny la'

would've been a class touch from Shawcross had it been for his team and not against them.

nowt wrong with that, it's always a giggle. just don't like it being done by some snidey little Manc cunt.

went to pick up me Indian before, and got stuck 'cos of the City fans being escorted back from the Brit. One ran over and put me wiper blades up. Dick.

its been too long since a keeper came up and scored.

wish Orwell was still around to turn the extreme policing of RAWK and state of denial amongst the dippers into a novel.

'and today shall forever be known as David Wheater day'.

Dyer... past van Wanderen... ooooohhh! Bellamy.... ITS IN! ITS IN!

Which Indian? The Mango Tree? nar, one in Fenton. Its name escapes me.

fucks sake, just realised Stoke are at home and I'm going to get caught up in the post-match traffic from the Brit if I go to the Indian any time soon. Poor decision.

Carroll to dicky off back to Newcastle tonight to go on the piss, and also hang back next weekend and do the same? Wouldn't surprise me in the slightest.

seen a man with a built-up shoe when I went out to buy milk this morning. About all thats happened today.

bit of a gut there. Kenneth needs to lay off the Irn Bru and neeps and tatties.

We've never been this f***ing delusional. Wonder what's in the Merseyside water. shit, piss, whitey and cocaine flushed down the bogs in dawn raids.

howling at that story about the kid whiteying. Proper hope there was some spicy stuff mixed in there. Proper pain to clean out of a cream carpet, that is.

all the plastic scousers on my facebook are unusually quiet this balmy springtime eve.

times like hundreds of billions or some shit.

Xfactor chap reading the scores in his mad voice. Started off shit, but he's getting more into it now.

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Kuyt off, Raheem Sterling on.