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Dunno John. I'm way too absorbed in despising Rio Ferdinand to even consider Wrighty. The wobbly mouthed, drugs cheating featherwitted retard can barely string a sentence together yet continually...

minarets? Come Ramadan there'll be half a million Allans kneeling outside the monstrosity.

little cűnt d'ya see?

Take it from me Pat, you must leave your present job and strike out for the new. Never let I will wait on I would. This is because everybody where you work dislikes you. They grudgingly concede your...

5 minutes before kick-off, snap Mikel's neck and sodomize the twitching corpse. Our trembling softcocks will then spend the 90 minutes minutes cowering in their own half.

than lashing the feckin' pig-bag into the feckin' onion-sack. When players start overthinking they inevitably descend into the SFC's iterminable tippy tappy Fannyball. SHOOOOOOOT!!!!

Dunno L - think I'm done with Lego haired Spaniards now

I remember reading Earthly Powers by Burgess 30 odd years ago and the protagonist, in his 80's, confesses he can no longer even hear the word 'loyalty' without weeping copiously. I found it...

into some kind of spineless cissy cuck boy.

I will hear no defence of the hideous reptile Peter. As for the pen, had an Arsenal player patty-caked the ball away from danger in that manner, Oliver would have pointed straight to the spot while...

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own shadow? And how the feck was that handball not a pen. Farkin' rat-eating, whining, thieving, professional victim Scouse kyunts!

Schadenfreude hardly does the sensation justice. I forget who the pundit was that showed with just cold stats how City's defence was unassailable with Rodri in it and hopelessly porous without him. I...

football park", with the word park being said in that irritatingly long, nasal intonation he would always employ ( hated the kvnt )

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battle and bring terror to our enemy. And yet If I fall l will call your name as I die - Redgunamo! my Liege, my Captain!

Bronsonesque looks. Do you gallop around the country lanes of rural Essex rescuing maltreated horses from their cruel gypsy owners?

Oh Christ yes, baccy was a barstud. 20 years for me now and I could still murder a ciggy.

evening makes you feel. I am actually fantasizing about a tall cold glass of Menabria Birra this Saturday ( Feb 1st )

Well done Sir C - for my part I've done my second dry January in a row so I'm positively exuding sanctimony. Which would you say is hardest to quit C, the booze, the bong, the beak or the baccy?

I never took to the marching powder L. I take you're almost done with your second liver and you're getting ready for a third?

Oh crap .. he does have those dark "up all night on the marching powder" bags under his eyes :-(

I’m astonished that a complete cock like you has taken this long to adopt the complete cock’s preferred pastime, Golf.

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Herbert Augustus Chapman, shall hunt down this filthy corrupt infidel Michael Oliver to his fetid lair where I will dispatch him to his maker, but only after I have subjected him to unimaginable...