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Mitchell logged onto N-O looking for the Best MILF thread but accidentally stumbled into the Transfer thread and realised there’s several hundred posters on here that have a greater level of expertise than him and could identify players, value players, negotiate transfer fees, sign players and sell players better than he can And they can all do it whilst waxing lyrical about xG and pontificating over the tactical benefits of an inverted 10 versus an outverted 6

Should build a new stadium but also leave the current SJP in situ so middle aged blokes can go up there and sit in silence or grumble to themselves whilst avoiding the distress of going shopping with the wife. Let them carry on doing the same thing they’ve been doing for the last 20 years but without a football match spoiling their me time

They should do a fastest dancer competition on stage at Stack tonight and the punter that wins gets to decide where the new stadium gets built

Shola was talking through the plans whilst cycling and eating an apple

First thing we should do IF going back in for Guehi is tell that gobshite spiv fuckwit Parish to shut his cakehole

Adopts David Attenborough voice: And here we have a lesser spotted Callum Wilson, Latin name Strikerus Crockerus, in his natural habitat, a private Hospital, making his way from treatment table, to sofa and back again, a well trodden path for this species

Worth clarifying that if you’re getting a season ticket transferred to you rather than buying one in a resale, you don’t need to be a paid up member Just having a supporter account will do the trick

What did you expect wearing a gravy stained mag shirt when Norfolk is a heartland for Massive Lads Fans Well known that the Parsnip Farmer Casuals used to travel up to Roker Park in combine harvesters and battered the mag scruffs with pitch forks in the battle of Nissan Staff Car Park The PFC also refused to sell parsnips to Saudi after they bought the mags, cannit buy a parsnip anywhere in Jeddah marra

Don’t sweat it dude North Shields is Tyneside and Tyneside means Geordie Them daft cunts on RTG have barely got a brain cell between them, no point getting worked up about the insane ramblings of some dimwitted lunatics

The Wheatsheaf in Monkwearmouth when Gordon’s shot hits the net

It’s where I get all my football hipster snides from

Found a hair in my soup, waiter was a mag Stood in a dog turd, the mutt was a mag Train was delayed, driver was a mag Got a parking fine, checky was a mag Seagull shat on me, bird was a mag Got knob rot off a brass, hooker was a mag

They'll go out of their teeny tiny minds when Sam walks on stage to this for every show of the new tour