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Reckon every time Andy Howe goes for a piss "Gripper" Wilson follows him into the bogs to tax his dinner money.

We wanted a club that tries: the distinction between what is/isn't demanded of the team vs. what is/isn't demanded of the club was the entire point of the slogan.

Which bit? Hanging on footballers' every social media post, or that Twitter is a CSAM Markov Chain generator?

Maybe if we all stop following NUFC players on the social media platform by and for white supremacist paedophiles this stuff wouldn't bother us so much.

Might as well be watching fucking rugby, like. Obscene getting Tonali to do this kind of thing, like buying a Ferrari and using it to do a milk round.

It's astonishing that there's people who were there, who saw the bloke play for us, and still slate him. Anyone coming out with this shit is outing themselves as not understanding the point of football, and is nailed on to be wrong about absolutely everything.

what an embarrassment

i'd have him over wissa tbh

spoke too soon i guess, presumably depends on if a game was ever televised

better than that, i am absolutely fuckin delighted to be reliving my mid-90s prime with no commentary, didn't think the league had it in them to make a decision so good as this

absolutely, every neutral loves to see a big club get a bloody nose. who's their next messiah, chas or dave?

depressing that everybody's going for the shit adolf hitler jokes when the shit-but-less-distasteful ralf hütter jokes are right there for the taking

counterpoint: if we're going to be owned by some of the worst human beings on the planet, my minimum expectation is that the club become an all-conquering juggernaut haha

who? still think it's mad they gave us the trophy after it finished 1-1 tbh

Samu Wissa?

Imagine how mint it must be to be Jacob Murphy, man.

keeper hooked after 15 minutes? fucking hell

DODGY KEEPER

funnily enough me dad was outright about not taking his kids to the apparent aggro nightmare that was 80s football: the number of games i went to pre-taylor report, pre-premier league is miniscule (and almost entirely lower league/friendlies); he couldn't countenance putting us through what he chose to go through on the gallowgate in the 60s/70s and 1992 really was the starting gun for the stinking state of modern football, innit? (luckily it stuck and i managed to end up chained to this glorious disaster of a football club for life, so job done eventually) tbh having always been in exile/never lived in the north-east, i always found the where were you at mansfield away in 1985 arguments tedious as all fuck, but these last few years i've developed a lot more respect for people that can hack paying so much money to get treated like shite by the club, the league, and the FA.

absolutely the canonical version imo. never noticed, as an inattentive youth at the match, how completely insane the arrangement is.

sad story and i shouldn't laugh, but.. his ex-wife is called yoshi??

explains the absolutely lunatic edit that makes enrique look like homer simpson being interviewed about the gummy venus de milo

Trying, and failing, to imagine Alan Shearer saying "I've been grinding in crypto for a bit now"

I swear I notice something different every time I look at that photo. This time it's that two of these blokes - third from left, and second from right - look like they've been dead for about two days

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