No one ever mentions the ball from de Boer, do they. Fúck me, 60 yards, on the run, right onto his toe. Jaysus.
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No one ever mentions the ball from de Boer, do they. Fúck me, 60 yards, on the run, right onto his toe. Jaysus.
I do - all the time. Even in conversations that have nothing to do with that goalQuote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
It was hardly "on the run".Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Also, I know this is fussy, but I've always thought the finish was a little ungainly. His body position was most un-Dennis like.I'd have preferred him to take it on his left.
Apart from the fact that both he and Bergkamp were, you know, running?Quote:
Originally Posted by Monty92
De Boer was hardly running. The ball was virtually at a stand-still and he had all the time in the world.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
I'm not denigrating the pass, which was superb. Just your analysis, which is shÃ*t.
Fúck you and your enormous bugle.Quote:
Originally Posted by Monty92
How was your vegetablecentric dinner?
Nonsense, merely highlighted the wonderful balance he possessed as a player. A lesser man may have swung his left at it and missed.Quote:
Originally Posted by Monty92
To seek error or to identify fault when simply none exists is foolish.
If I'd said that you'd have called me a *****. How come he gets away with it? Is it because I'm English? You hate the English, don't you? :-(Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
Thoroughly shÃ*t. Though I don't think I particularly entered into the spirit of the venue by asking for their meatiest dish and if the chef could add more meat to it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Well here is all the evidence you need. I had forgot about the two red cards in that game tbh...Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtECeDQ7R-8
Windy day too, makes the pass even betterer imo
I demand you retract that!Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
I only ever seek to defend myself from the constant vile racist abuse you throw at me, never do I simply launch a personal attack on you.
As for M yes he is a *****, but he knows that, we all know that, I expect his girlfriend knows that also. There is little virtue in pointing this out. It would be a waste of typing time.
Speaking of Monty I watched a programme last night with that Yotam Ottolenghi bloke, strikes me as another *****.
Yotam Ottolenghi manages to achieve the rather impressive feat of making food that's gayer than himself.Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
Ooh, I saw that, and I've always previously thought thon Ottolenghi was a *****, mainly because Ian Harvey loved him, but I found him rather sweet. His penchant for pomegranate molasses still leaves me a little cold, mind.Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
'Pomegranate' is a kind of fruit eaten by people in civilised countries. Hold on. 'Fruit' is like a potato but sweeter.
If Brazil hadn't cheated their way through the semi-final they would have beaten France in the final :-(Quote:
Originally Posted by IUFG
:nod: officials from Kuwait, Saudi and Oman. With the greatest of respect to those footballing powerhouses, hardly the best officials for a WC semi final.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
I am not sure I have ever had a pomegranate molass.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
I did eat in YO’s place on Upper Street once it turns out.
I recall having to toast my own bread which in a fragile state really fúcking annoyed me. Trendy London *******s of the highest order.
You were probably robbed in 78 also, the whole kerfuffle pre-game with cast on the arm of one of the twins.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
:nod: Not to mention the Euro 2000 semi against Italy :-(Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
almost 90 minutes against 10 men, two missed penalties in normal time. Not sure, ref could have done much more to help the Dutch win it tbfQuote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Their cake selection in the window is quite superb, I must confess. When I first started dating the missus, she lived off Upper Street and on the way back to hers from an Arsenal game, I'd always pop in and bring her back some treats, trying hard not to vomit when they gave me the bill.Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
Ahh, them were the days. When doing something nice almost always resulted in sex *sigh*
All those penalties, see? No use to Dutchmen.Quote:
Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
Very true - unbecoming to score such goals.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Also remember Dennis hitting the post :cry:
They do on Ajaxwimb.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
All his stuff has pomegranates in it, doesn't it? And it's all vegetable and pulses and shïte like that with no fücking spuds, isn't it?Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
He can fück off.
I've been looking after r&e's cat this week. Just got back from the old gaff. Feeling quite nostalgic :-( Reminded me of the night we lost in Munich, and the circumstances surrounding my watching it with you there. Now all is dust.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
We've ruined everything :-(
Thanks for that. :-(Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
I had a similar sense of things last week. I was there last week for E's graduation. I drove past the place where I took her for her first day at school and then went to her last. She was there, impossibly grown-up and then I left and dropped her bag off at the old house.
Don't mind admitting I wept when I got home for all the years that have passed and everything that's happened. :-(
One ought never to go back. It doesn't do one any good.
:-( I remember when you used to walk there to collect her. :-(Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
I'd have been married 25 years this September. There are things I can't remember now. What sort of dinners did we used to eat, given that j was vegetarian? I should remember, I cooked them ffs! What was the name of the ironiong lady? She worked for us for years and years and I can't remember. Poor Wilbur's dead now, and poor Florence of course. A whole family destroyed and an ironing lady unemployed. It's a tragedy.
Did you ever get your wife to lez it up with the ironing lady, or did you find she was not for turning?Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
There is no need for vulgarity. And if you don't mind, I'm having a moment here.Quote:
Originally Posted by Monty92
It was a Thatcher joke! Stop naval-gazing like some kind of gender-fluid millennial and acknowledge it!Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Hold on, an ironing lady. I assume she did other household chores at an agreed rate per hour.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
There is only so much ironing one person or two people can need.
Yes, I saw the Thatcher 'joke', but it really wasn't much of a joke, was it?Quote:
Originally Posted by Monty92
A chap is allowed the occasional moment of reflection, surely?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOifaUXPk4g
Young m is to be forgiven. He hasn't yet broken up with his partner and is still too young to know the bittersweet tang of nostalgia and regret.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
No, there was a cleaner for cleaning and an ironing lady for ironing :shrug:Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
One wouldn't employ a rocket scientist to perform brain surgery, would one?
Let us hope that he never experiences the pain, fear, guilt and emptiness of such an experience* :-(Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
*She'll bin him for sure.
Yes. I wouldn't wish it on anyone even in jest. :-(Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Although I agree that it seems inevitable.
Which one were you caught shagging?Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
both imo....Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
Always the vulgarity. :sigh:Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
I am speaking of matters of the heart, of the soul, of the battle 'twixt id and ego. Not shagging.
Yes yes we'll come back to that another time. The cleaner?Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C