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Come on feel the noise. *Cum On Feel the Noize. Loved a wacky mis-spelling, those Slades.

Aye 2

Your av, man, cracks me up every time. "'kin hell!"

Did this happen? Big kudos to him if so. I was running and jumping and screaming like a normal person, but if he had his wits about him to that extent then he deserves a massive cuddle. What a guy. I am now going to have to explain to my wife that I am still not gay for Jonas despite posting this, you git.

It's all about the rules, there's someone assessing them in the stand. Being a wanker is what they want to see, and that's the way the world works. I just thought it was clever that the Gib kid knew it. I think we (England) have been done a couple of times like that. I think Motty lost his shit the last time. Actually I think he lost it about 40 years ago tbh.

I'll have some of that Proper quick thinking there, like. That lad wants a pat on the back, and so does the ref.

Reflection?

I can't remember the last time I cared less about this shitfest. I tried to taunt the mackems at work but my heart really wasn't in it. They said they were playing a shit team and might get a 0-0 and I agreed we were too. They really have sucked all the joy out of my life. Bastards. The fucking bastards. I mean Ashley and his poodles obvs.

Aye, they used to go a bit mad and play Friday and Saturday back in the day. The poor petals must have been exhausted. Imagine that with the finely tuned athletes of today, it'd be carnage.

Crikey, there's a lesson for us all. A professional athlete not so long ago. Pies are too nice, like. And pasties and pizzas by the look of it. And beer and that sophisticated wine and some more pies. Even I can't do that He's going to get harpooned.

Spotted that yesterday, will definitely check it out. Just watched it. Very good. Jaiyah, man. Put in some decent tackles, like, I never knew fa'afafine was a thing. You live and learn.

He did/will play for over 2,000 years tbh, you've got to respect that.

This shouldn't be a thing either. We must be of about the same age, at a wild guess, and I had no idea Pelé or Eusébio were supposed to be different from me when I was a kid, they were just brilliant footballers. My parents weren't inherently racist - although they were of a certain age so I started noticing it later on that their choice of words wasn't acceptable any more. Andrew Watson and Walter Tull, obviously, and Jack Leslie come to mind as forerunners. Leslie was picked for England until the bastards realised he wasn't their type, the twats. I spent too much of the 70s and 80s marching and shouting. Probably got on too many lists, too.

Mike? Mike?? Someone wake him up. Mike???

They can still cash their giros in the post office. Is this still a thing? All the layabouts I know have to get it paid to their bank accounts or as a card in extremis in this modern world. tbh. Saw enough fucking Giros back in the day when Thatcher consigned me to the scrapheap to last a fucking lifetime. Five long years of being overqualified and underexperienced according to those twats who were living it up through the 80s. Yes, I have a chip on my shoulder. Wasted too much of my life, the bastards. Milner out. All together now, "I want to go where they've never seen snow, send my Giro to Cairo."

Life's a bitch.

You better not lock this one until it reaches 1000. You absolute never happy stay complaining pack of fucking motherfuckers. The Clasico is today. If 1000 is during that shit, and I lock it, I'll be worse than Hitler. I can feel that shit coming. Second half of these might provoke some comments, you've got three hours, man. Surely you can't fall asleep again before then?

Hm? Yeah, we'll do that, going forward.

It makes me cringe to listen to him, like, but I can't be the only one that hears this kind of shite at work all the time, too. God, no. When they start my brain turns off and my ears fold in for self-protection. I can spend hours in pointless meetings and emerge with no idea what happened other than I lost half a day. It's like the Bermuda fucking Triangle in those rooms. I've got two of them next week ffs. I'm not allowed to stop listening because I'm usually the only one there or I have to translate the shit into English so they can inflict it on exponentially more people I occasionally get called upon to proofread emails they want to send out across the globe. I always point out that the first three paragraphs say literally nothing, and they always respond that this is exactly as intended. It's like a corporate Wadsworth Constant. I swear, if anyone from corporate at this company accidentally sent an email with important information in the first 200 words, it would sink without a trace. Wait, you hold one-man meetings you don't want to be in? Couldn't you...just adjourn them and go to the pub? You'd just have to agree that with your other self. And there might be pies

It makes me cringe to listen to him, like, but I can't be the only one that hears this kind of shite at work all the time, too. God, no. When they start my brain turns off and my ears fold in for self-protection. I can spend hours in pointless meetings and emerge with no idea what happened other than I lost half a day. It's like the Bermuda fucking Triangle in those rooms. I've got two of them next week ffs.

tbh

Gerrin, I can agree with that.

All that has just been said is valid, but I don't hate him. Surely it's a good thing to bring young players through? Stuffing the mackems like that made me warm to him too. I'm a bit conflicted with Villa, like, after the bedsheet brigade incident, so (no malice, Brummie) I'd like to see them go down and someone ask if Nigel fucking Kennedy or Prince fucking Wills is your next Messiah. Or the Lizard King Cameron. Also the wife has a wet spot for them as her first match was at the Holte End back in the 60s with some twat I haven't punched yet. So conflicted.

Yeah, that one got me too. He's good.