Stewart Robson...really no need to keep sticking the knife in imo

[SWv2]

That would have been my guess but the great Butch Wilkins and Muhren aside every single member of that team was a ****

Was Remi Moses still around, he was another wee fúcker. Factoring in Robson also not sure how they all fit in though NW did play up front for a while.

[Burney]

I have to be honest that I have never read nor heard his ramblings. Been aware of them of course but not bothered.

That is how I roll Pedro.

If I think I won't like something, rhubarb crumble for example, I avoid it.

Rhubard tart also.

People who don't like rhubarb are weird. And I include my wife and Sir C in that. Weirdos.

I dug mine up from the garden and transplanted it to the allotment. However, all that's happened is that two more rhubarb plants have appeared in the garden. You can't kill the bloody stuff.

I shall have a fine big batch of rhubarb booze this year imo.

[Burney]

Was Remi Moses still around, he was another wee fúcker. Factoring in Robson also not sure how they all fit in though NW did play up front for a while.

Was Moses not drunk most of the time? I seem to remember that he, Robson and McGrath were savage drinkers.

[Sir C]

That would have been my guess but the great Butch Wilkins and Muhren aside every single member of that team was a ****

Lots of people paying tribute to Butch mentioned the cheerfulnes of his standard greeting. "How are you Ray?" He'd reply, "Dangerously well! Dangerously."

I like that very much. Dangerously well.

I wonder if Butch would be offended if I nicked it? Actually he hated being called Butch, didn't he?

Ray. Let's call him Ray.

[SWv2]

People who don't like rhubarb are weird. And I include my wife and Sir C in that. Weirdos.

I dug mine up from the garden and transplanted it to the allotment. However, all that's happened is that two more rhubarb plants have appeared in the garden. You can't kill the bloody stuff.

I shall have a fine big batch of rhubarb booze this year imo.

We have long since established Mrs B as being weird on the whole Noo-tella thing. Her dislike of rhubard infact works to her credit.

It is the food of the devil. It and cucumber forming 66.66*% of the unholy trinity of devil foods.

*repeating

[Sir C]

We have long since established Mrs B as being weird on the whole Noo-tella thing. Her dislike of rhubard infact works to her credit.

It is the food of the devil. It and cucumber forming 66.66*% of the unholy trinity of devil foods.

*repeating

If you remove the cucumber skin it won't repeat on you.

Also, defenestrate the seeds.

[Burney]

Lots of people paying tribute to Butch mentioned the cheerfulnes of his standard greeting. "How are you Ray?" He'd reply, "Dangerously well! Dangerously."

I like that very much. Dangerously well.

I wonder if Butch would be offended if I nicked it? Actually he hated being called Butch, didn't he?

Ray. Let's call him Ray.

Even with his blind love for Chelsea, it was hard to dislike Wilkins. I can think of no higher compliment than that.

[Burney]

If you remove the cucumber skin it won't repeat on you.

Also, defenestrate the seeds.

As a child, I would happily just gnaw my way through a cucumber. No cucumber was safe in my presence, if fact. The repetition thing is a bonus. You get to taste the cucumber twice.

[Burney]

We have long since established Mrs B as being weird on the whole Noo-tella thing. Her dislike of rhubard infact works to her credit.

It is the food of the devil. It and cucumber forming 66.66*% of the unholy trinity of devil foods.

*repeating

She is technically correct about the Nutella thing. It's an Italian product, see? Same lot who do Ferrero Rocher. So they put 'Nut' in the name, but being wops, had no idea how to pronounce it properly. Hence it is officially 'Noo-tella'

[Sir C]

Even with his blind love for Chelsea, it was hard to dislike Wilkins. I can think of no higher compliment than that.

Another great midfield player from an era of great midfield players. What happened to all the midfield players? Now they have to be called 'central midfield players' or 'defensive' or attacking. Back then they attacked, defended, played centrally or roamed wide - complete footballers, they were. We will never see their like again.

Consider Johan Neeskens. He would protect his back four, boss the midfield, launch attacks and score goals. They were complete players. And hard. Fúcking hell they were hard.