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You fecking what mate?
Hahaha, excellent, nice one.Monday, July 28th, 2014, A.D.
Woodward arrives into Turin, kitted out in black leather and Gucci sunglasses, with a massive golden chalice he's drinking vintage classic wine from. He smirks as the camera pans in on his tanned, gloriously smooth face, knowing that he's about to rip the f*ck up of this feeble little town. He jumps in his pink Bentley driven by Dappy/Jaybezia, "alright mate, take me to Vidal." "Vidal? Sir I'm not sure where he ..." "just fecking drive, I'll show you where to go."
He didn't know where to go, they arrived four days later, but Woody still looked immaculate. Dappy was dead from exhaustion, Woody didn't care, he knew he was a necessary sacrifice. He strolled into the Juve offices, demanding to see Marotta. Supposedly Marotta had been locked in his room with a big giant c*nt of a shotgun, waiting. "STAY BACK ED!", he shouted.
Woody laughed, took out a cigar and lit it. "Open the door, Beppe, it's time". "You're not taking him Ed, I told you, you can't have him, I'll f*cking shoot you Eddie, I will". "No mate, you won't." Ed fecks the cigar on the ground, a huge explosion occurs (where the hell did the fuel come from? - the Juve staff wonder). The door explodes open, Marotta huddled in the corner in fetal position, burning. "OK, OK Ed, you win, just ... just take him". Marotta dies.
A hidden door unravels, Vidal steps out, kitted in a Utd kid. Confetti and fireworks are raining behind him. "I'm ready, Ed, let's go".
Monday, July 28th, 2014, A.D.
Woodward arrives into Turin, kitted out in black leather and Gucci sunglasses, with a massive golden chalice he's drinking vintage classic wine from. He smirks as the camera pans in on his tanned, gloriously smooth face, knowing that he's about to rip the f*ck up of this feeble little town. He jumps in his pink Bentley driven by Dappy/Jaybezia, "alright mate, take me to Vidal." "Vidal? Sir I'm not sure where he ..." "just fecking drive, I'll show you where to go."
He didn't know where to go, they arrived four days later, but Woody still looked immaculate. Dappy was dead from exhaustion, Woody didn't care, he knew he was a necessary sacrifice. He strolled into the Juve offices, demanding to see Marotta. Supposedly Marotta had been locked in his room with a big giant c*nt of a shotgun, waiting. "STAY BACK ED!", he shouted.
Woody laughed, took out a cigar and lit it. "Open the door, Beppe, it's time". "You're not taking him Ed, I told you, you can't have him, I'll f*cking shoot you Eddie, I will". "No mate, you won't." Ed fecks the cigar on the ground, a huge explosion occurs (where the hell did the fuel come from? - the Juve staff wonder). The door explodes open, Marotta huddled in the corner in fetal position, burning. "OK, OK Ed, you win, just ... just take him". Marotta dies.
A hidden door unravels, Vidal steps out, kitted in a Utd kid. Confetti and fireworks are raining behind him. "I'm ready, Ed, let's go".
Monday, July 28th, 2014, A.D.
Woodward arrives into Turin, kitted out in black leather and Gucci sunglasses, with a massive golden chalice he's drinking vintage classic wine from. He smirks as the camera pans in on his tanned, gloriously smooth face, knowing that he's about to rip the f*ck up of this feeble little town. He jumps in his pink Bentley driven by Dappy/Jaybezia, "alright mate, take me to Vidal." "Vidal? Sir I'm not sure where he ..." "just fecking drive, I'll show you where to go."
He didn't know where to go, they arrived four days later, but Woody still looked immaculate. Dappy was dead from exhaustion, Woody didn't care, he knew he was a necessary sacrifice. He strolled into the Juve offices, demanding to see Marotta. Supposedly Marotta had been locked in his room with a big giant c*nt of a shotgun, waiting. "STAY BACK ED!", he shouted.
Woody laughed, took out a cigar and lit it. "Open the door, Beppe, it's time". "You're not taking him Ed, I told you, you can't have him, I'll f*cking shoot you Eddie, I will". "No mate, you won't." Ed fecks the cigar on the ground, a huge explosion occurs (where the hell did the fuel come from? - the Juve staff wonder). The door explodes open, Marotta huddled in the corner in fetal position, burning. "OK, OK Ed, you win, just ... just take him". Marotta dies.
A hidden door unravels, Vidal steps out, kitted in a Utd kid. Confetti and fireworks are raining behind him. "I'm ready, Ed, let's go".
Well, considering the ups & downs of this thread, if he does sign for United, why not do it in style by kitting yourself out in Leatherface-style fashion!Most of it sounds believable but the last bit has me a bit worried.
Most of it sounds believable but the last bit has me a bit worried.
another necessary sacrifice.Most of it sounds believable but the last bit has me a bit worried.
Well, considering the ups & downs of this thread, if he does sign for United, why not do it in style by kitting yourself out in Leatherface-style fashion!
What's been happening then? Got no 3G where I'm working.
Vidal had lunch with his mates.What's been happening then? Got no 3G where I'm working.
Vidal had lunch with his mates.
Vidal has passed a medical, Juve making an announcement shortly.
ah that's nice for him. Get the cnut on a plane.Vidal had lunch with his mates.
Pretty sure we'll get the "I stay" line today. Then Juventus releasing a statement saying he isn't being sold.
Either Vidal will stay or it's just part of the game, throwing the ball back in United's court to up the bid (if we bid).
Vidal had lunch with his mates.
Did you come from RAWK?Monday, July 28th, 2014, A.D.
Woodward arrives into Turin, kitted out in black leather and Gucci sunglasses, with a massive golden chalice he's drinking vintage classic wine from. He smirks as the camera pans in on his tanned, gloriously smooth face, knowing that he's about to rip the f*ck up of this feeble little town. He jumps in his pink Bentley driven by Dappy/Jaybezia, "alright mate, take me to Vidal." "Vidal? Sir I'm not sure where he ..." "just fecking drive, I'll show you where to go."
He didn't know where to go, they arrived four days later, but Woody still looked immaculate. Dappy was dead from exhaustion, Woody didn't care, he knew he was a necessary sacrifice. He strolled into the Juve offices, demanding to see Marotta. Supposedly Marotta had been locked in his room with a big giant c*nt of a shotgun, waiting. "STAY BACK ED!", he shouted.
Woody laughed, took out a cigar and lit it. "Open the door, Beppe, it's time". "You're not taking him Ed, I told you, you can't have him, I'll f*cking shoot you Eddie, I will". "No mate, you won't." Ed fecks the cigar on the ground, a huge explosion occurs (where the hell did the fuel come from? - the Juve staff wonder). The door explodes open, Marotta huddled in the corner in fetal position, burning. "OK, OK Ed, you win, just ... just take him". Marotta dies.
A hidden door unravels, Vidal steps out, kitted in a Utd kit. Confetti and fireworks are raining behind him. "I'm ready, Ed, let's go".
So we've made a new 60m euro bid, is that correct?
This is the most persuasive post in the whole threadvan gaal
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I came from the reality that is the Life of EdDid you come from RAWK?
another necessary sacrifice.
So we've made a new 60m euro bid, is that correct?
When did we come out and say we were interested in Shaw or Herrera? BOlieve damn you.We haven't made any bids, we haven't made contact and we are not signing him. Where do people get these rumours, Manchester United hasn't once come out and said they are interested in him. Muppets will be upset when he comes out and tells you he is staying and is happy at a big club IN the champions league
We haven't come out and said we're interested in anyone.... so we are signing no one then?We haven't made any bids, we haven't made contact and we are not signing him. Where do people get these rumours, Manchester United hasn't once come out and said they are interested in him. Muppets will be upset when he comes out and tells you he is staying and is happy at a big club IN the champions league
What's wrong with a man wanting to dress up as a baby goat in a Man Utd shirt?Most of it sounds believable but the last bit has me a bit worried.
ah that's nice for him. Get the cnut on a plane.
Monday, July 28th, 2014, A.D.
Woodward arrives into Turin, kitted out in black leather and Gucci sunglasses, with a massive golden chalice he's drinking vintage classic wine from. He smirks as the camera pans in on his tanned, gloriously smooth face, knowing that he's about to rip the f*ck up of this feeble little town. He jumps in his pink Bentley driven by Dappy/Jaybezia, "alright mate, take me to Vidal." "Vidal? Sir I'm not sure where he ..." "just fecking drive, I'll show you where to go."
He didn't know where to go, they arrived four days later, but Woody still looked immaculate. Dappy was dead from exhaustion, Woody didn't care, he knew he was a necessary sacrifice. He strolled into the Juve offices, demanding to see Marotta. Supposedly Marotta had been locked in his room with a big giant c*nt of a shotgun, waiting. "STAY BACK ED!", he shouted.
Woody laughed, took out a cigar and lit it. "Open the door, Beppe, it's time". "You're not taking him Ed, I told you, you can't have him, I'll f*cking shoot you Eddie, I will". "No mate, you won't." Ed fecks the cigar on the ground, a huge explosion occurs (where the hell did the fuel come from? - the Juve staff wonder). The door explodes open, Marotta huddled in the corner in fetal position, burning. "OK, OK Ed, you win, just ... just take him". Marotta dies.
A hidden door unravels, Vidal steps out, kitted in a Utd kit. Confetti and fireworks are raining behind him. "I'm ready, Ed, let's go".
We haven't come out and said we're interested in anyone.... so we are signing no one then?
10/10Monday, July 28th, 2014, A.D.
Woodward arrives into Turin, kitted out in black leather and Gucci sunglasses, with a massive golden chalice he's drinking vintage classic wine from. He smirks as the camera pans in on his tanned, gloriously smooth face, knowing that he's about to rip the f*ck up of this feeble little town. He jumps in his pink Bentley driven by Dappy/Jaybezia, "alright mate, take me to Vidal." "Vidal? Sir I'm not sure where he ..." "just fecking drive, I'll show you where to go."
He didn't know where to go, they arrived four days later, but Woody still looked immaculate. Dappy was dead from exhaustion, Woody didn't care, he knew he was a necessary sacrifice. He strolled into the Juve offices, demanding to see Marotta. Supposedly Marotta had been locked in his room with a big giant c*nt of a shotgun, waiting. "STAY BACK ED!", he shouted.
Woody laughed, took out a cigar and lit it. "Open the door, Beppe, it's time". "You're not taking him Ed, I told you, you can't have him, I'll f*cking shoot you Eddie, I will". "No mate, you won't." Ed fecks the cigar on the ground, a huge explosion occurs (where the hell did the fuel come from? - the Juve staff wonder). The door explodes open, Marotta huddled in the corner in fetal position, burning. "OK, OK Ed, you win, just ... just take him". Marotta dies.
A hidden door unravels, Vidal steps out, kitted in a Utd kit. Confetti and fireworks are raining behind him. "I'm ready, Ed, let's go".
Most people we have singed we have come up against, like Herrara where SAF Man marked him or it fits with our traditions, like buying a promising young english teenager. When have we ever gone out and bought a world class sort after player for 60 million whilst not being in the UCL. Last superstar we bought was maybe RVP? and he was older and wanting to join us, thats different to someone being happy and trying to get him to come to a new league for big cash, we have never done that before and can't pull it off. As seen by the many big stars we have missed out on before
Monday, July 28th, 2014, A.D.
Woodward arrives into Turin, kitted out in black leather and Gucci sunglasses, with a massive golden chalice he's drinking vintage classic wine from. He smirks as the camera pans in on his tanned, gloriously smooth face, knowing that he's about to rip the f*ck up of this feeble little town. He jumps in his pink Bentley driven by Dappy/Jaybezia, "alright mate, take me to Vidal." "Vidal? Sir I'm not sure where he ..." "just fecking drive, I'll show you where to go."
He didn't know where to go, they arrived four days later, but Woody still looked immaculate. Dappy was dead from exhaustion, Woody didn't care, he knew he was a necessary sacrifice. He strolled into the Juve offices, demanding to see Marotta. Supposedly Marotta had been locked in his room with a big giant c*nt of a shotgun, waiting. "STAY BACK ED!", he shouted.
Woody laughed, took out a cigar and lit it. "Open the door, Beppe, it's time". "You're not taking him Ed, I told you, you can't have him, I'll f*cking shoot you Eddie, I will". "No mate, you won't." Ed fecks the cigar on the ground, a huge explosion occurs (where the hell did the fuel come from? - the Juve staff wonder). The door explodes open, Marotta huddled in the corner in fetal position, burning. "OK, OK Ed, you win, just ... just take him". Marotta dies.
A hidden door unravels, Vidal steps out, kitted in a Utd kit. Confetti and fireworks are raining behind him. "I'm ready, Ed, let's go".
Monday, July 28th, 2014, A.D.
Woodward arrives into Turin, kitted out in black leather and Gucci sunglasses, with a massive golden chalice he's drinking vintage classic wine from. He smirks as the camera pans in on his tanned, gloriously smooth face, knowing that he's about to rip the f*ck up of this feeble little town. He jumps in his pink Bentley driven by Dappy/Jaybezia, "alright mate, take me to Vidal." "Vidal? Sir I'm not sure where he ..." "just fecking drive, I'll show you where to go."
He didn't know where to go, they arrived four days later, but Woody still looked immaculate. Dappy was dead from exhaustion, Woody didn't care, he knew he was a necessary sacrifice. He strolled into the Juve offices, demanding to see Marotta. Supposedly Marotta had been locked in his room with a big giant c*nt of a shotgun, waiting. "STAY BACK ED!", he shouted.
Woody laughed, took out a cigar and lit it. "Open the door, Beppe, it's time". "You're not taking him Ed, I told you, you can't have him, I'll f*cking shoot you Eddie, I will". "No mate, you won't." Ed fecks the cigar on the ground, a huge explosion occurs (where the hell did the fuel come from? - the Juve staff wonder). The door explodes open, Marotta huddled in the corner in fetal position, burning. "OK, OK Ed, you win, just ... just take him". Marotta dies.
A hidden door unravels, Vidal steps out, kitted in a Utd kit. Confetti and fireworks are raining behind him. "I'm ready, Ed, let's go".
Mate. This is what I do, so don't try to correct me! Zaza was sold last season ffs!
*Values in Euros
Immobile - 8m
Vucinic - 6.3m
Peluso - 4.5m
Quagliarella - 3.5m
Total: 22.3m
Morata - 20m
Sturaro - 5.5m
Marrone - 5m
Evra - 1.5m
Pasquato - 1.5m
Pereya - 1.5m (loan fee)
Sorensen - 0.8m
Romulo - 7m (expected to be done shortly)
Total: 42.8m
David Amoyal (whoever he is) is clueless.
I hate to be a kill joy but maybe, just maybe their inital budget was something like 30m euros. Their net spend is just over 20m euros, not crazy money.
What's been happening then? Got no 3G where I'm working.
Most people we have singed we have come up against, like Herrara where SAF Man marked him or it fits with our traditions, like buying a promising young english teenager. When have we ever gone out and bought a world class sort after player for 60 million whilst not being in the UCL. Last superstar we bought was maybe RVP? and he was older and wanting to join us, thats different to someone being happy and trying to get him to come to a new league for big cash, we have never done that before and can't pull it off. As seen by the many big stars we have missed out on before
You could be right but I don't see a player who can beat 2-3 players consistently with a dribble like Di Maria in our squad. Di Maria is a game changer like he showed in the UCL final.