It all begs the question, "Cui Bono?" though Oscar was known to want it three times a agents don't know shit. If Mourinho with the current transfer budget lopsided defence then we can be Ghuangzhou Everanded into the Champs League next now that hurts but feels real good. For all you know it's just a rumour about LVG's Custis voodoo doll though you have to admire Stoke's chances, guts, pampers, and cor blimey go on Mou poke him poke him. A lot of solid performances and Rooney is posing a threat to Rooney is not posing a threat this heat is killing Steve Mclar you've got to be joking look at his record umbrellas give the man a chance with or without chips, sir? Sir? My current ringtone is Jose saying "he's a specialist in failure" which Blind is loved by Venezuelan hotties yet some people still want to hire Giggs. The mentality on here is like a weblog on Woodward's privated greetings meetings with Pep's stubble circa 2009 but with less get a grip and move on, wait, form a line, hands in the air, David Moyes? Already people are asking whose hands are deep in spleen cream? Keane loves Mou Mou loves Keane no more Christmas parties with the girls from the perfume counter that's for Glazer's robust trump after tomato soup six page letters where is I don't know?
Never fails to get me
Half asleep I read the first few lines a couple of times thinking I was reading it wrong.