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It's all about money, not sport.

I'm slightly concerned. Cba to think in French so hoyed Radio Newcastle commentary on. I can deal with the other fat Michael thinking there's a club called Athletico Madrid and that Eden Hazard plays for BMG, but Anderson is referring to them playing in green shirts. I can see the grass is green and the goalkeepers are in green, and that guy has green boots, but really? Is it my eyes, his eyes, or my screen? They surely aren't playing in green, are they?

Well, this is quite dark. They all deserve what they get imo, NHI.

Don't care about more money for Fatty, but standing is more fun. Pisses me off with all the standing/kneeling/sitting stuff. I'd go to fucking church if I was that much of a robot. People, man.

In the best days of the Sir Bobby era there were plenty of empty seats for all but the marquee matches. Realistically, unless we were to do a Man City and basically give tickets away, I can't see that we'd regularly fill a larger stadium even if we were competing with the top four. Good username, mate, I'll assume that's a Tarantino reference. Disagree though, we could pack the place if any of the owner, staff or players gave a shit. When we were competing back in the day it was heaving and hard to get tickets. A brilliant time when KK was first here as manager and we could have gone on from that; I wouldn't be surprised if we could get 100,000 in when you add gloryhunters. I'm in hundreds of billions territory here. I have literally no idea why Fat Mike hasn't noticed this. He could make a lot of money, which is his thing. What a tool.

Souness did very similar against Fulham at home when we got 4-1'd. Robert was sent to LB and I don't think we had any other defenders. Their keeper saved everything with his fat face and had the game of his life and they kept breaking away and scoring. Just another day. Can remember thinking "what the actual fuck is happening?", but hey-ho, strap in for the ride, this is us.

Oh.

You can go back further and 4 and 6 were wing-halves, 8 and 10 inside-forwards traditionally, but people were experimenting anyway, so the positions weren't fixed except in the public understanding. I remember watching a doc about Swindon, of all teams, from the early 60s, and they were pretty much playing a 4-5-1/4-3-3 50 years ago. Mike Summerbee and Ernie Hunt included, oldsters. Some arse wrote a whole book about the history of numbering shirts in different countries, but I'd rather watch Big fucking Brother than read that, at least I wouldn't have to try to stay awake.

No their not, it's an international weekend. [emoji38] He misspelled 'they're', which is even more unforgivable. Twat. Correct spelling! 10 points. Now, how would you use the following words: There. Their. They're. They are very soothing words, but how would you use them?

NWOAP tbh. Sunday morning in Lpool the missus decided to browse for handbags, so natch I said "fuck off, I'll be out here smerkin a tab." Unfortunately she'd replaced all my clobber with Everton-coloured tops, I swear she's the best troll in the world, I have never owned one. So this little old lady sidled up and said "You look like an Everton fan. My Uncle Bill used to play for them. They called him 'Dixie'. Bye." And I couldn't help myself, I grabbed her gently and said everyone knows about him, he's a legend. She just said "Yes. Bye." I really wanted to talk to her and say that's not the most important thing about you, you're a separate person, I mean being Dixie Dean's niece is a conversation-stopper, but you've lived your own life, tell me about that. But I had a tab on, she was heading off, the missus was in the shop, the mobile went off and the cousins' hen party were in a nearby pub and wanted us, we didn't know where stepd and her lad were, so my decision was to be responsible and now I'll never know. Fuck's sake. And it seems I am a possible lunatic. Off my tits. Cheers, lads. Life, eh?

That's very specific. Is there something you'd like to share with the group? I have some dollies here and if you could point to where this teacher touched you...?

Not surprised they've got the referees on the payroll now.

7/10 I'm Darius Vassell. Thick enough to take a fucking drill to my own toe. Thank you for that, BBC.

So we begged him and begged him, even when we knew he was with someone else, and only when he got dumped did he say "OK, I'll give it a go". Then added "After I've been away for a bit". This will end well. We need a stern father.

The fucker will have a Plan B.

Harvey, Scoular. I'd put Aitken in. Polymath and that. Jimmy Lawrence too. The bloke in my avatar and Stan Seymour (snr) Sorry, man, I have bad eyes. Who's that? The great Colin Veitch. Excellent choice. Thumbs up for him.

Harvey, Scoular. I'd put Aitken in. Polymath and that. Jimmy Lawrence too. The bloke in my avatar and Stan Seymour (snr) Sorry, man, I have bad eyes. Who's that?

Harvey, Scoular. I'd put Aitken in. Polymath and that. Jimmy Lawrence too.

I've always liked Forest. They're not far from me geographically, and I remember as a kid Cloughie bringing them from nothing to champions of Europe. Twice. I think Clough's achievements with Forest (and Derby, for that matter) are what make him the most brilliant English manager for me. Yup. They were nothing before or after, which says a lot.

Oxygen thieves. Lad I went to school with put this Yeah, we brits are far too sesnitive.

You made me laugh. That's never happened before.

George Best was a really good player but the rest of the team weren't, for example. As if you can compare Messi's Argentina to that Exactly like I wasn't.

George Best was a really good player but the rest of the team weren't, for example.

Now, this is the crux of the matter for me. I know that we just put up with it, because that was how it was. I can remember being herded by violent policemen for no reason at all, from an early age, just because I was going to the match. We were cannon fodder. I've probably twatted on before about how ridiculously dangerous it was even trying to get into the ground back in the 70s, getting crushed against walls and whatnot by fellow fans, never mind the police with their stomping horses shitting in your face. Stepson 2 was a gloryhunting Liverpool fan back when the Heysel and Hillsborough atrocities happened, so I watched them unfold with deepening gloom. That shit fucks you up forever. Those and Bradford, I always know where the exits are now when I take the grandbairn.

I see someone's been at his Wikipedia page. Bet it wasn't like that before the Guardian article was reprinted.