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scratch a snake's belly.

emphatically VAR would sit up and take notice. They would have just let it go had Declan accepted the decision but the way he managed to convey so convincingly that he hadn't touched Mbaps was...

Not wishing to detract from Martinelli's goal but if he'd been presented with that chance in any kind of 'must score to save the day' scenario, he chokes.

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And for once we were served fairly by the officials. Ref only gave the pen because Mbappe is a master at throwing himself down but VAR did its job. Ref did not budge an inch when the Madrid...

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Real score first and score early we will fold like the pampered fanny flaps we are.

Herbert Augustus Chapman has a Champions League message for Jude Bellingham. F.uck off you overrated kyunt. We all saw how totally sh1t you were for England last Euros.

Don't tempt the GOF this way Red

There isn't a single 'hood' in London that doesn't have its share of disgusting chavs :)

Wenger out!

Thierry Henry was a peanut-headed choker

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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!