Hanshithispantz Posted September 2, 2011 Share Posted September 2, 2011 Haha wounded Makes me laugh when I read gimps like that posting shit on twitter. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cajun Posted September 2, 2011 Share Posted September 2, 2011 "BARTON STARTS ON 16 YEAR OLD BOY!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hanshithispantz Posted September 2, 2011 Share Posted September 2, 2011 JOEY BARTON THREATENS TO TAKE MONEY FROM AND BREAK THE HAND OF TWITTER TEENAGER. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dokko Posted September 2, 2011 Share Posted September 2, 2011 Na, now he's based in london it will be 'Role model Jospeh tries to raise money for orphanage by reaching out to thuggish looters and rioters' Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest BlacknWhiteArmy Posted September 2, 2011 Share Posted September 2, 2011 GMack1995 Gregor Mackintosh @ @Joey7Barton Its a good cause, just the pleasure because your a proper cunt! You've got no fucking chance of making the england squad btw What a shit reply. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sifu Posted September 2, 2011 Share Posted September 2, 2011 GMack1995 Gregor Mackintosh @ @Joey7Barton Its a good cause, just the pleasure because your a proper c***! You've got no f***ing chance of making the england squad btw What a s*** reply. A very weak comeback. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hanshithispantz Posted September 2, 2011 Share Posted September 2, 2011 Aye, the kids craic is fucking shit. You simply cannot win a debate/argument with anyone who possesses such woeful banter. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Rainforest Posted September 2, 2011 Share Posted September 2, 2011 I refer to my signature Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest axel Posted September 2, 2011 Share Posted September 2, 2011 at his new twitter background. Just noticed it Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest dogbeak Posted September 4, 2011 Share Posted September 4, 2011 The Love Song of J. Anthony Barton Editor’s Note: The following lines were found in a battered notebook tucked between two dog-eared copies of Nietzsche on a Victorian standing-desk in the Newcastle flat vacated by Joey Barton last week. They appear to have been composed in the weeks preceding the poet’s transfer to Queens Park Rangers, when the force of impending change first began to disrupt what had previously been the comfortable certitude of his intellectual life. Let us go then, the reserves and I, When the afternoon is spread out against the sky Like Newcastle etherised upon the league table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted stands, The muttering fans Of Amsterdam, To restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And headlines about who our owner sells: Tweets from followers like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question. . . Oh, do not ask, ‘What is it?’ Let us go and make our visit. In the changing rooms the players wander to and fro Considering whether to stay or go. The Tyneside fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke of a cigarette that rubs it muzzle against my name, Licked its tongue as it denied me a visa, Lingered upon me as I stood in chains, And in my cell I woke with a sudden leap, Upon dreaming of a soft July night, Of curling frees into the box, then once more fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke of every agents’ meet, Rubbing its back upon the Mirror’s leak; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the chairmen that we meet; There will be a time for podcast and debate, And time for all the drills and pre-season plans, The careful low-carb meals upon our plates; Time for them and time for me, And time yet for a hundred rumours and revisions, Before the taking of a player from our team. In the changing rooms the players wander to and fro Considering whether to stay or go. And indeed there will be time To wonder, ‘Do I dare?’ and, ‘Do I dare?’ Watching Shearer descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of his hair— [i shall say: ‘How his hair is growing thin!’] King Kev in his morning coat, collar mounted firmly to the chin, His necktie rich and modest, giving opinions to ESPN— [He will say: ’But how the squad is growing thin!’] Do I dare Disturb St. James’ Park? In a minute there is time For a whispered destination where a player may embark. For I have known them all already, known them all— Have known the Carrolls, Nolans, sold too soon, I have measured out my life among the Toon; I know the voices crying with the last kick of the ball Beneath the music of the Geordie tunes. And how should we resume? … Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the stripes that glimmer on the shirts Of lonely men in replica kits, leaning out of windows? . . . I should have bargained for a transfer clause And scuttled elsewhere with a silent ease. … And the players rest so peacefully! Injuries smoothed by the masseuse’s fingers, Cramp…tightness…while some malinger, Stretched on the floor, here beside Danny Guthrie. Should I, after halftime rubs and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my lip (grown slightly bald) moved to speak and flatter I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of our greatness flicker, And I have seen Mike Ashley grab his coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, To smash some teacups, demoralise the team, Among the talk of Arsenal, of Manchester United and me, Would it have been worthwhile, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed my frustration into a ball, To loft it toward some overwhelming question, To say: ‘I am Barton, whose career was once dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all’— If one, upon opening the paper the next day and reading the line upon the head, Should say: ‘That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all.’ And would it have been worth it after all, Would it have been worthwhile, After promotion and Hughton and the damning tweets, After Sunderland, after Villa, after scoring five or more— To follow Kev and Andy out the door?— It is impossible to say just what I mean In 140 characters on a computer screen! Would it have been worth while If a new player, settling in and kicking around the ball, Should bring up the transfer window and say: ‘This is not it at all, This is not what I wanted, at all.’ … No! I am not Clown Prince Shackleton, nor was meant to be; Am an English midfielder, one that will do To fight the hero, end a scene or two, Control midfield; no doubt, a useful tool, Temperamental, easy to provoke, A headstrong but manipulable bloke To get sent off some Wednesday night in Stoke, At times, indeed, almost a sort of joke— Almost, at times, the Fool. … Shall I leave this club behind? Do I dare to go for free? I shall wear an England shirt, and walk out at Wembley. I have heard the Geordies singing “Drunk and Disorderly.” I do not think they will sing to me. I have seen them in the stands forming waves, Combing the body hair on their bare backs, When the wind blows the rains white and black. We have risen from the chambers of the league, Away from the Eagles, Sky Blues and Ipswich Towns, Till Ashley’s choices break us, and we go down. Other articles Barton apparently left behind in his haste: notes toward a system of devising Twitter passwords based on Bertrand Russell’s lectures on Logical Atomism, several dried roses pressed in an antique copy of Swinburne, a pack of Arrow collars, Amanda Harrington. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest johnson293 Posted September 5, 2011 Share Posted September 5, 2011 Joey7Barton Joseph Barton "@banksie1892: Tell me this is photoshop at work? This cannot be real. How have I missed it? Ha ha ha yfrog.com/nyq0zwj" 4 minutes ago Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest TheSummerOf69 Posted September 6, 2011 Share Posted September 6, 2011 The Love Song of J. Anthony Barton Editor’s Note: The following lines were found in a battered notebook tucked between two dog-eared copies of Nietzsche on a Victorian standing-desk in the Newcastle flat vacated by Joey Barton last week. They appear to have been composed in the weeks preceding the poet’s transfer to Queens Park Rangers, when the force of impending change first began to disrupt what had previously been the comfortable certitude of his intellectual life. Let us go then, the reserves and I, When the afternoon is spread out against the sky Like Newcastle etherised upon the league table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted stands, The muttering fans Of Amsterdam, To restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And headlines about who our owner sells: Tweets from followers like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question. . . Oh, do not ask, ‘What is it?’ Let us go and make our visit. In the changing rooms the players wander to and fro Considering whether to stay or go. The Tyneside fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke of a cigarette that rubs it muzzle against my name, Licked its tongue as it denied me a visa, Lingered upon me as I stood in chains, And in my cell I woke with a sudden leap, Upon dreaming of a soft July night, Of curling frees into the box, then once more fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke of every agents’ meet, Rubbing its back upon the Mirror’s leak; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the chairmen that we meet; There will be a time for podcast and debate, And time for all the drills and pre-season plans, The careful low-carb meals upon our plates; Time for them and time for me, And time yet for a hundred rumours and revisions, Before the taking of a player from our team. In the changing rooms the players wander to and fro Considering whether to stay or go. And indeed there will be time To wonder, ‘Do I dare?’ and, ‘Do I dare?’ Watching Shearer descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of his hair— [i shall say: ‘How his hair is growing thin!’] King Kev in his morning coat, collar mounted firmly to the chin, His necktie rich and modest, giving opinions to ESPN— [He will say: ’But how the squad is growing thin!’] Do I dare Disturb St. James’ Park? In a minute there is time For a whispered destination where a player may embark. For I have known them all already, known them all— Have known the Carrolls, Nolans, sold too soon, I have measured out my life among the Toon; I know the voices crying with the last kick of the ball Beneath the music of the Geordie tunes. And how should we resume? … Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the stripes that glimmer on the shirts Of lonely men in replica kits, leaning out of windows? . . . I should have bargained for a transfer clause And scuttled elsewhere with a silent ease. … And the players rest so peacefully! Injuries smoothed by the masseuse’s fingers, Cramp…tightness…while some malinger, Stretched on the floor, here beside Danny Guthrie. Should I, after halftime rubs and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my lip (grown slightly bald) moved to speak and flatter I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of our greatness flicker, And I have seen Mike Ashley grab his coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, To smash some teacups, demoralise the team, Among the talk of Arsenal, of Manchester United and me, Would it have been worthwhile, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed my frustration into a ball, To loft it toward some overwhelming question, To say: ‘I am Barton, whose career was once dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all’— If one, upon opening the paper the next day and reading the line upon the head, Should say: ‘That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all.’ And would it have been worth it after all, Would it have been worthwhile, After promotion and Hughton and the damning tweets, After Sunderland, after Villa, after scoring five or more— To follow Kev and Andy out the door?— It is impossible to say just what I mean In 140 characters on a computer screen! Would it have been worth while If a new player, settling in and kicking around the ball, Should bring up the transfer window and say: ‘This is not it at all, This is not what I wanted, at all.’ … No! I am not Clown Prince Shackleton, nor was meant to be; Am an English midfielder, one that will do To fight the hero, end a scene or two, Control midfield; no doubt, a useful tool, Temperamental, easy to provoke, A headstrong but manipulable bloke To get sent off some Wednesday night in Stoke, At times, indeed, almost a sort of joke— Almost, at times, the Fool. … Shall I leave this club behind? Do I dare to go for free? I shall wear an England shirt, and walk out at Wembley. I have heard the Geordies singing “Drunk and Disorderly.” I do not think they will sing to me. I have seen them in the stands forming waves, Combing the body hair on their bare backs, When the wind blows the rains white and black. We have risen from the chambers of the league, Away from the Eagles, Sky Blues and Ipswich Towns, Till Ashley’s choices break us, and we go down. Other articles Barton apparently left behind in his haste: notes toward a system of devising Twitter passwords based on Bertrand Russell’s lectures on Logical Atomism, several dried roses pressed in an antique copy of Swinburne, a pack of Arrow collars, Amanda Harrington. RTG has the mackems coping with derby defeat by clogging barely comprehensible missives together from misspellings of non-existent words, an effing exuberance of sweaty swear words, and a binding of blood-splattered saliva as they tear Bruce and each other apart. We console ourselves over Barton's passing from working class hero to the leafy afterlife of West London with a parody of TS Eliot. Class. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hanshithispantz Posted September 6, 2011 Share Posted September 6, 2011 "A touch of class" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dave Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 "The fans were brilliant at Newcastle. "In my last couple of seasons there, they've supported the football club through thick and thin. I'll always have a relationship with them. "We had a journey with them - not just me but a number of players in the squad, when the club dropped out of the Premier League. "That could have been a difficult and turbulent time in the club's history but we regrouped as a playing staff and decided that we'd dig deep and not only get the club back to the Premier League, but to stabilise it quite comfortably last season. "What's gone is gone. I'm never going to say a bad word about the football club or the fans. I wish them every success." Greedy cunt etc. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
alpal78 Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 "The fans were brilliant at Newcastle. "In my last couple of seasons there, they've supported the football club through thick and thin. I'll always have a relationship with them. "We had a journey with them - not just me but a number of players in the squad, when the club dropped out of the Premier League. "That could have been a difficult and turbulent time in the club's history but we regrouped as a playing staff and decided that we'd dig deep and not only get the club back to the Premier League, but to stabilise it quite comfortably last season. "What's gone is gone. I'm never going to say a bad word about the football club or the fans. I wish them every success." Greedy c*** etc. How gullible of you Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
eliassenfredrik Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 He's gonna post the Yao Ming face as an attachment to those quotes later, and spit out one of his usual rants, probably quoting some important mafkr. Well at least after we beat them in a couple of days Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AyeDubbleYoo Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 Mentioned as potentially the worst signing of the summer on this week's The Game podcast. Can't remember who said it now, was basically about the fact that he's bound to blow up and cause trouble for them eventually. Think that's a bit much, but interesting to hear that view. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
wormy Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 Don't think it will be for that reason, but can't see the signing being a resounding success. Think everyone got lucky with how we ended up working out how to use him. Will they utilise him the right way? Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
jukeboxromeo Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 Mentioned as potentially the worst signing of the summer on this week's The Game podcast. Can't remember who said it now, was basically about the fact that he's bound to blow up and cause trouble for them eventually. Think that's a bit much, but interesting to hear that view. The Game is a horrific podcast though, surprised anyone still listens to that rubbish. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hanshithispantz Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 Doubt Joey will get the time on the ball he needs at QPR like, I don't think he'll be the worst signing of the summer by a long shot, and his 'fighting spirit' may help them through some games, but I don't think he'll be as good as he was last year. I've never agreed with the whole "he cannot play in the centre" lark, he's clearly better with the added freedom he gets when playing wide but he has had good appearances for us in the middle (and the same for City, obviosly), but I can see him been tasked with too much at QPR (when he more than likely will play in the centre). I think he will be expected to be box to box, snapping at peoples heels, threading balls to the attackers and chipping in with the odd goal. Basicaly what we (me anyway) seem to think we've gotten with Cabaye. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cajun Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 Not sure why him appreciating the fans means he is any less of a greedy cunt Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
quayside Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 Don't think it will be for that reason, but can't see the signing being a resounding success. Think everyone got lucky with how we ended up working out how to use him. Will they utilise him the right way? I would think Wright Phillips has been signed to play wide right, so Barton looks destined for a central midfield role. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AyeDubbleYoo Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 Mentioned as potentially the worst signing of the summer on this week's The Game podcast. Can't remember who said it now, was basically about the fact that he's bound to blow up and cause trouble for them eventually. Think that's a bit much, but interesting to hear that view. The Game is a horrific podcast though, surprised anyone still listens to that rubbish. It's the best one I've found TBH, I really like it. Don't agree with that view on Barton really, but that's just one contributor. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Minhosa Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 He'll be at a much better club within the next 12 months. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
quayside Posted September 7, 2011 Share Posted September 7, 2011 He'll be at a much better club within the next 12 months. You think? No one wanted him on a free transfer, why do you think he's going to go to a better club when he's a year older and you've got to pay a transfer fee if you want him? Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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