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shit bump after he signed a new contract, colin you fecking twat.
shit bump after he signed a new contract, colin you fecking twat.
I should report this post...
shit bump after he signed a new contract, colin you fecking twat.
I should report this post...
Tensions getting high as no signs of transfers.
You should report yourself for "shite bumps".
fecking retarded bump. Got me excited for a second.
Take it away, Mockers...
A darkened bedroom, lit be the lone glare of a laptop.
The sun is out, this flaming June
The gloomy clouds have gone,
But I’m up here, shut in my room
With my computer on;
You call upstairs, “Let’s go outside!”
But I’m quite deaf to you:
The transfer window's open wide,
So what's, a, boy, to, do?......
Speculate
We can only sit and speculate,
Each ten seconds click and check the state
Of the Trans-fer Round-up Paaage...
Regulate
Our emotions we can’t regulate!
Half the day we seem to vegetate,
Then just escalate, to sudden raaage -
“Gimme Sneijder, gimme Neuer
Gimme a midfield destroyer!”
“Gimme Sanchez, gimme Cesc
Modric, right now, on my desk!”
But don’t be fooled by my roving eye -
My heart is moved by just, one, guy...
Oh –
Schweini,
I'm dreamin' of you, Schweini,
Don't mean to sound too, whiny,
But, blimey, you’re what we need:
Your just the kind of Ubermensch I wish the Gaffer went for,
The Fatherland is rather bland, unlike the Trafford Centre,
With us you’d conquer England, like the old Lutfwaffe meant to,
So come and anchor our midfield!
(INSTRUMENTAL, during which the bedroom turns into a Hall of Mirrors, between which move a Chorus of newspaper reporters, agents, and penises in different football kits. A cock in a Chelsea shirt engages Plech in conversation:
COCK: Hey Plech, you still stalkin’ that Kraut?
PLECH: You betcha, Gretchen!
COCK: I don’t blame ya: he’s a Teu-tonic for all ailments!
PLECH: Hey! Keep yer doity Hans off of him, else I’m Gunther knock you down like a Klaus-line in a Gustav wind!
COCK: Easy, tiger!
PLECH: Did someone say ’steiger?!?!
COCK: Gee, fella’s got Schweinsteiger on the brain! Whadya say, doc? Case of Germanic Depression?
PASSING DOCTOR: More like Schweini Fever, if you ask me.
COCK: It’s a shame...he usta be such a Bastian of saniddy!
DOCTOR: Ouch!
PLECH: Gesundheit!)
- Spaculate
That’s what they call it when we f@p-till-late,
We can enter an enraptured state
Over any quote we’ve seen,
Immac-u-late-
-ly researched or plain inacc-u-rate,
Chances are we’ll still ejaculate
On the glaring, glowing screen -
“Wanna star, not Leon Osman!
Wanna legend, on a Bosman!”
“Wanna swap? - Don't even go there,
Berbatov ain't goin' nowhere!”
Yet I’ve got eyes for just one Aryan -
A big, blond, lantern-jawed Bavarian...
Schweini,
I'm dreamin' of you, Schweini,
My scheme of a new, shiny
Future depends on you!
You stand out in midfield like you'd stand out in Soweto,
You crush opponents like your granddad crushed the Warsaw Ghetto,
We won't swap you for Sneijder, even if they throw in Eto'o,
Forget-o, your debt-o, to mean old Ger-man-y,
Get up that old M-6, and join the elect,
So we can hold our dicks, forever erect,
And turn our Spec, -u, -lation
Into, Ec-, sta-, syyyyyyyyyy!
withdrawal symptoms lads?
Was replying to Kelvins outburst at the end of his post.I'm very relaxed about this transfer window and won't be surprised if Dea Gea and Ashley Young are job done.
Take it away, Mockers...
A darkened bedroom, lit by the lone glare of a laptop.
The sun is out, this flaming June
The gloomy clouds have gone,
But I’m up here, shut in my room
With my computer on;
You call upstairs, “Let’s go outside!”
But I’m quite deaf to you:
The transfer window's open wide,
So what's, a, boy, to, do?......
Speculate
We can only sit and speculate,
Each ten seconds click and check the state
Of the Trans-fer Round-up Paaage...
Regulate
Our emotions we can’t regulate!
Half the day we seem to vegetate,
Then just escalate, to sudden raaage -
“Gimme Sneijder, gimme Neuer
Gimme a midfield destroyer!”
“Gimme Sanchez, gimme Cesc
Modric, right now, on my desk!”
But don’t be fooled by my roving eye -
My heart is moved by just, one, guy...
Oh –
Schweini,
I'm dreamin' of you, Schweini,
Don't mean to sound too, whiny,
But, blimey, you’re what we need:
Your just the kind of Ubermensch I wish the Gaffer went for,
The Fatherland is rather bland, unlike the Trafford Centre,
With us you’d conquer England, like the old Lutfwaffe meant to,
So come and anchor our midfield!
(INSTRUMENTAL, during which the bedroom turns into a Hall of Mirrors, between which move a Chorus of newspaper reporters, agents, and penises in different football kits. A cock in a Chelsea shirt engages Plech in conversation:
COCK: Hey Plech, you still stalkin’ that Kraut?
PLECH: You betcha, Gretchen!
COCK: I don’t blame ya: he’s a Teu-tonic for all ailments!
PLECH: Hey! Keep yer doity Hans off of him, else I’m Gunther knock you down like a Klaus-line in a Gustav wind!
COCK: Easy, tiger!
PLECH: Did someone say ’steiger?!?!
COCK: Gee, fella’s got Schweinsteiger on the brain! Whadya say, doc? Case of Germanic Depression?
PASSING DOCTOR: More like Schweini Fever, if you ask me.
COCK: It’s a shame...he usta be such a Bastian of saniddy!
DOCTOR: Ouch!
PLECH: Gesundheit!)
- Spaculate
That’s what they call it when we f@p-till-late,
We can enter an enraptured state
Over any quote we’ve seen,
Immac-u-late-
-ly researched or plain inacc-u-rate,
Chances are we’ll still ejaculate
On the glaring, glowing screen -
“Wanna star, not Leon Osman!
Wanna legend, on a Bosman!”
“Wanna swap? - Don't even go there,
Berbatov ain't goin' nowhere!”
Yet I’ve got eyes for just one Aryan -
A big, blond, lantern-jawed Bavarian...
Schweini,
I'm dreamin' of you, Schweini,
My scheme of a new, shiny
Future depends on you!
You stand out in midfield like you'd stand out in Soweto,
You crush opponents like your granddad crushed the Warsaw Ghetto,
We won't swap you for Sneijder, even if they throw in Eto'o,
Forget-o, your debt-o, to mean old Ger-man-y,
Get up that old M-6, and join the elect,
So we can hold our dicks, forever erect,
And turn our Spec, -u, -lation
Into, Ec-, sta-, syyyyyyyyyy!
Way too harsh on Colin.
Is Schweinsteiger still out of the question?
shit bump after he signed a new contract, colin you fecking twat.
I can't believe the stick you got for this!
What the feck is wrong with some of you lot?
Thankfully there are some decent people around, restored my faith in humanity...
I can't believe the stick you got for this!
To be fair, there is real cause for concern this summer, what with us getting absolutely nowhere near winning the Champions League last year and being fairly off the pace in the league. These ridiculously hysterical reactions are warranted.
I'm surprised we stayed up, in all honesty.
Yep you definitely left your humour at the entrance.
Lighten up fella.
I think you dropped your sense of humour on the way into the caf, posters were only joking/taking the piss pal.
I wasn't joking Colin. You suck almost as much as Michael Mauer.
Before the muppets start crying & throwing insults all over the place, I heard this on the 8.30am Talkshite bulletin, but it was not included in the main bulletin at 9.00am, so it was probably a mistake or something. No one else has reported it either so take it how you like.
United were reported to have made a bid of £30M for Schweiny.
That's what I heard at 8.30, but no mention at 9.00...
Ducks for cover...
Somewhere out there Plech has a hard on.