Coffee_Johnny

Just been reading a Nottinghamshire based take on Gibbs White transfer. Apparently he is out injured (abdominal; sustained in training) so reckon it is probably nailed on; clearly one for us! It also said that the initial fee for him was £25m. Thought it was more, but maybe additional stuff added on.

Could well have been. Whichever game I heard was the one with the chopper. (Just checked, must have been Liverpool as it was dark plus fireworks ?)

Well that was worth seeing!

I know what you mean, but mate! Not your usual eloquent self.

Not many players come out on top over Bruno, but I agree I think he did. There was also a game against Chelsea, don’t think it was the last one though can’t recall, when Gallagher got the better of the (relatively few to be fair) one on ones.

Let go of the narrative, man. We want the right players regardless of nationality and cost, if affordable. The house praises the builder. And we’re trying to build a magnificent magpie mansion.

Just as well. Another sick note for Leicester and Spurs.

Re the likely fee, for comparison Ashley Cole went to Roma on a free aged 33 in summer 2014. He’d cost Chelsea over 7 million in 2006. Couldn’t have been many more expensive defenders back then.

He’s only strained his mind.

Was hoping to see Manquillos run for the free kick.

I’ll miss this lad, should this come to pass. Delighted he got to star in a local derby before leaving if he does go. Many more important contributions, but that will be my most vivid memory of him. Relentless pursuit of the ball. He’ll similarly destroy many Saudi defences, entertaining many and earning shitloads. We’ll see him back in the future, like a modern day Nobby (maybe even speaking fecking English!).

Current. All our current attackers.

I know all three (well, 4 with Jam) rumoured exits could just be noise. But it might be that several ‘ducks are in a row’ (or maybe several rows…) and we need exits to start the process. Things can go wrong, but nobody will be leaving without perceived to be better/more important arrivals.

‘Do the Dog’ to ‘We are Cov’ would lend itself to the seemingly required tempo!

Seems ‘ungenerous’ but the Sevilla keeper… so should have done better with three of those goals. Good to see the highlights mind, but (on a roll…) not quite as impressive as our 5 goals in 21 minutes against Spurs (noticed Dovyk doing same ‘head’s gone’/brain scrambled celebration btw).

Shirley there’s a few dimpled behind the knee Nazis?

He’s probs been on the Evo again. It’s always someone else’s fault. He’ll nee doubt end up dancing to Are Friends Electric, on his Walkman, behind the PE block. Radge ?‍♂️

Howay BB, let’s have a quick tab in the book cupboard. Let these barmy Arabs slap each other daft. (With apologies to anyone easily offended by pre ‘90’s patter, i.e. the frankly barmy, or those of an Arabian bent.)

Who is this Frank you speak of? And how come he has the inside track? Is he a priest at the church Roberto has already scouted out?? (Btw, can’t believe he’s only 59)

Bournemouth really should have had a couple of goals.

Unless it is against us. When he’s like a dead-eye Dick (… where the feck does that phrase even come from ?‍♂️)

Origado meu amigo.

Are you just trying to take your mate with you, Joe? Is that what is going on?

Good deed for the day (and please, if you ever get that far, sing ‘Dr Gibbs’ not Dr Gibbs’s—latter and subsequent ‘ribs’s’ sounds fucking ridiculous). I went to Blaydon Races, 'twas on the ninth of June, Eighteen hundred an' sixty-two, on a summer's afternoon; We took the 'bus from Balmbras, she was heavy laden, An’ away we went along Collingwood Street, that's on the road to Blaydon. Chorus: Oh me lads! You should’ve seen us ganning, Passing the folks alang the road just as they were standin'; Aal the lads and lasses there, aal wi' smiling faces, Gannin' alang the Scotswood Road, to see the Blaydon Races! We flew past Armstrong’s factory, up to the Robin Adair, [famous pub on Scotchy Rd] Just gannin' doon to the railway bridge, the bus wheel flew off there. The lasses lost their crinolines [hooped petticoat worn under long Victorian skirts], an' the veils that hide their faces, I got two black eyes an' a broken nose ganning to Blaydon Races! (chorus) We got the wheel back on an’ away we went again, ‘Cept some that had their noses broke went back ower hyem; Some to the Dispensary and some to Doctor Gibbs, An' some sought out the Infirmary to mend their broken ribs. (chorus) Noo when we got to Paradise [small village along the Tyne—still a bus stop there] a bonny game begun; There were fower-an-twenty on the bus, man, hoo we danced an' sung; They called on me to sing a song, I sung them "Paddy Fagan", I danced a jig an' I swung me twig the day I went to Blaydon! (chorus) We flew across the Chain Bridge reet into Blaydon toon, The bellman he was callin' there, they call him Jackie Broon; I saw him talkin' to sum chaps, an' them he was persuading, To gan an' see Geordie Ridley's show, at the Mechanics' Hall at Blaydon. (chorus) The rain had poured aal the day, an' the grounds they were quite muddy, Coffee Johnny had a white hat on – they were shootin' "Whi stole the cuddy?” There were spice stalls, an' monkey shows, an' old wives selling cider, An' a chap with a hapenny roond aboot, shooting: “Noo me boys for riders!" (chorus) George (Geordie) Ridley (10.2.1807-9.9.1864, both Gateshead)

Kin hell. It’s like one of those badly dubbed Bruce Lee films in here!