DarkLord1984
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Did everybody clap afterwards?Another one straight out the Bluemoon book of make believe….
Did everybody clap afterwards?Another one straight out the Bluemoon book of make believe….
Is this what it looks like when an 87 year old grouch asks his 12 year old pubertal grandson to write a post on the interwebs together?Another one straight out the Bluemoon book of make believe….
I reckon it’s all the same bloke.Another one straight out the Bluemoon book of make believe….
Another one straight out the Bluemoon book of make believe….
Rookie move, a horse can take a headbutt
a bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.
“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.
“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.
when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.
Commentator on the Forest game just mentioning Newcastle's upcoming fixtures, then finishes it with away games at Man City and Manchester utd.
They must be told to shorten our name and give the rags their full title.
Cnuts
Are they really getting offended over that? So fecking trivial.
a bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.
“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.
“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.
when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.
a bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.
“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.
“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.
when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.
It was the opposite, they slated anyone at united for trying to use the excuse, and said any top team should be able to deal with it. Mr G Neville was very vocal about itI can not believe how the press are giving them the injuries excuses when all of last season our ongoing crisis was barely mentioned. If it was, it was swept away.
They had like four injuries today.
a bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.
“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.
“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.
when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.
Points deducted for missing put the applause at the enda bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.
“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.
“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.
when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.
The most honest thing that's been put on the cafa bluenose came into the ivy in marlow this morning whilst i was there for brunch. i could smell him before i could see him. he was wearing the city home shirt. as he approached the maitre ‘d i could see him take a sharp intake of breath. he must have clocked my full united kit, and so i jumped in to interrupt him as quick as a flash.
“manchester is red, mate!” i bellowed out across the restaurant, briefly forgetting i was in buckinghamshire. i took a couple of steps towards him. the waiters looked over, worried faces etched on each of them. they’d noticed the shin pads and could see i was prepared for a battle and as such, could likely handle myself.
“wearing blue on remembrance sunday? and where’s your poppy?” in a weedy voice he said “i won’t wear anything that’s red.” i clenched my fists. it was go time. as the red mist descended, everyone got up from their seats and almost in unison, shouted “respect our troops.” his face went a deep shade of red (ironic) and he bolted for the door. we held a spontaneous minute’s silence as he raced down the high street. i doubt he’ll be wearing his shirt out again.
when it was time to pay the bill, the waiter had scribbled out the total (it was a lot because i am a high roller and always order the most expensive things on the menu) and wrote “free to heroes, especially on days like today.” faith in humanity restored and another reason why we’re the bigger club.
Tong "Pep" Po!
Say a prayer for all those empty seats that are gonna get a beating from Pep.
I signed up to that forum and amassed over 300 posts just by quoting people and saying 'rag'.A couple of posts questioning whether it was wise to give Pep that new contact and whether a fresh start might be better for both parties, followed by 10 responses calling him a dirty rag. This is going to be fun.
Not quite what they had in mind when boasting about going for 5 in rowDid everybody clap afterwards?
bravoNot quite what they had in mind when boasting about going for 5 in row
6, I'm counting their loss in court.Not quite what they had in mind when boasting about going for 5 in row
my veins are popping, inject itMy body is ready
Pep's palms are sweatyMy body is ready