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Mountain of empty crisp bags just out of shot.

Alreet y'bunch of puffs? On the hard stuff the neet, like. Puts fucking hair on your chest this stuff! Lol. Anyways, Laters. Ryder and out!

"Broon nose? There'll be fucking claret nose rund your mush if you don't pipe doon. Fucking capiche bonny lad?"

Nah, I’m half his age but German. It’s just that my homophobia is more efficient.

Celebrating tomorrow morning… ”Giz them aal except that rabbit food, pet!”

'Well, em, am obviously, em, delighted. A hope, em, al mebbe get a bit more, em, credit just like Rafa did, that's for sure, but no, am obviously delighted with the award and the team's performance. A might not be everyone's cup of tea, that's for sure, but, em, al just enjoy these crisps, sorry, awards for now."

More shit hot NUFC crack for his puntaz. Bruce gets another prestijeu, prestojuice, err, a belta award off the LMA, like.

So, the JC is calling JC an AS? Jesus Christ!

the rothchilds will be rubbing their hands together

But come on lads, it would be just like the Jews to land us with another 5 years of the Tories.

"Ryder Architecture"

Fuckin fat cunt...city council can fuck off too... https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-tyne-50345723

That's better. You cunt.

What a dick.

That’s a very polite way of asking for dick pics 😂

Guess who we’ll be getting after Bruce ? ( Hi Lee, how’s Mike?)

“Me naime iz Le Ryda”

Anyone remember Billy Davies?...by Daniel Storey in The Athletic... It isn’t easy trying to understand how Billy Davies is wired when he has already convinced himself there are people in this world who are out to get him. His reputation goes before him: angry, feeling persecuted, reeling from the wickedness of it all. So how do you tackle that subject without feeding his suspicions that he was right and, look, the bastards in the media are ganging up on him again? And he will be reading. It is coming up for six years since he last worked as a football manager and that is enough time, unfortunately for Davies, for a legitimate question to be asked about whether he is ever going to find a way back. He has, however, kept himself busy judging by an interview he gave to the Scottish edition of The Times in September 2017 when he made the pretty spectacular allegation that, if he was seen by some as unemployable, it was because a PR company — he would not give its name — had been recruited with the explicit intention of dirtying his good reputation. Davies carries a leather briefcase filled with documents, print-outs and newspaper cuttings to support his various grievances. It is the proof, he says, of an orchestrated campaign against him. “The lies, the smears!” And, sitting with Graham Spiers, Scotland’s four-time sports journalist of the year, it didn’t take long for everything to pour out. “I have gone through various QCs, Scottish and English law firms, the League Managers’ Association, HMRC and more, chasing all the data I needed to show I was an innocent man. It has taken me a long, long time but I have now got that data.” An innocent man against what or whom? “In the face of the lies, the smears,” Davies went on. “I’ve spent in the region of £100,000 — maybe higher — on my case. I know I am innocent. “You saw it everywhere on social media: ‘Bloody Billy Davies… there is a reason why no club will touch him with a ten-foot pole… even shitty Scottish teams’. It was all over Twitter and elsewhere, these lies about me. My integrity and my morality will not allow them to do what they are doing to me… these smears, these lies. I’m going to prove it.” It was quite some read. Davies appeared to believe an assortment of journalists and ex-players had been recruited as part of this malicious PR campaign. He argued that he had lost the chance of managing Rangers because “they hit the Rangers fans’ forums, and they wrote nasty things about me there.” He had screenshots on his phone from “the Midlands mafia press corps”, who he also referred to as “the gang,” and who he alleged had been spreading rumours he was to blame for the sudden death of Nigel Doughty, the Nottingham Forest chairman, aged 54. “Then you get these ex-pros coming along and saying, ‘Don’t touch Billy Davies, it must be terrible working with Davies.’ Look, I know these people aren’t just writing these things off their own back.” What he would not do was identify the PR company, or explain who had commissioned it, or provide any logical reason why so many people would be so dedicated to such a cause. But he insisted he had all the evidence. “What they decided to do in their smearing is identify the bottom six EPL clubs, and some English Championship clubs that they know I would go to. They’ve sat down and identified these clubs. Plus, throw in the only club in Scotland — Glasgow Rangers — they identified them as well. These people identified a certain level of club that they knew Billy Davies was suited for — six EPL clubs, ten Championship clubs, one Scottish club. They have targeted 16, 17 clubs. That’s what they’ve done with their lies, their smears.” I mean, where do you even start with all this? Tomorrow, it is Forest against Derby County, two of his former clubs, at a time when Preston North End, the other English team on his managerial CV, are currently enjoying the view from near the top of the Championship. Football isn’t waiting for Billy Davies but, even now, there is a curiosity at all of those clubs when it comes to a man who has provided compelling evidence in the past — whatever you might think of him — that he can be a skilled manager and motivator. Davies used to say he was statistically the most successful manager in Preston’s history, which was an interesting take given the club’s status as the original Invincibles. He did, however, guide them to the play-offs in successive seasons. He had two spells at Forest, taking them nearer to promotion than any of their other managers in the last decade (a sizeable list), and Derby have never been back to the Premier League since he took them up in 2007. Take away the baggage, the politics, the unpleasantness and, at times, the raving paranoia and Davies could be managing his country or any number of upwardly mobile clubs. Except he, of course, sees it differently. It’s us, not him. Billy Davies — and he always did like to refer to himself in the third person — is making his way through life like an untipped waiter. And he will not bend for anyone. At which point I should probably make it clear that I happen to be one of the journalists he dislikes. The reasons have never been fully explained but I suspect it might go back to the first time he was sacked at Forest after being beaten by Swansea in the Championship playoffs in 2011. A manager would not normally lose his job in that position, especially with a chairman in the mould of Doughty. But Davies had worn down everyone behind the scenes. Doughty had been giving serious consideration to sacking him — or at least delivering a behave-or-go ultimatum — even if they went up. I mentioned this in an article and word got back that Davies suspected I must be in cahoots with Mark Arthur, the club’s chief executive, who he seemed to detest. It was, like a lot of what Davies says, fantasy. After that, judge for yourself. When Davies returned to Forest in February 2013 they had a new owner, Fawaz Al Hasawi, who also agreed to take on Jim Price in a general manager/chief executive role, effectively running the club on a day-to-day basis. Price had previously been a solicitor at Ross Harper in Glasgow but had been suspended by the Law Society of Scotland because of the alleged financial irregularities that led to the law firm closing down, resulting in him being found guilty of professional misconduct and struck off in 2017. As such, he was not eligible to pass football’s fit-and-proper-person test of the time, leaving the club facing a number of Football League inquiries about his involvement. Though it suited Davies to have such a close ally: Price just happened to be his cousin and agent/adviser. Davies had returned to the City Ground with the mantra of “unfinished business” and that did not just refer to the team. His second coming coincided with all sorts of unexplained sackings, including the finance director, John Pelling, the operations manager, Brandon Furse, and the head of media, Fraser Nicholson — all part of the previous Arthur regime. In Pelling’s case he encountered Davies in the car park and offered his hand to welcome him back to the club. Davies declined to take it, said something uncomplimentary, and Pelling was gone shortly afterwards. Davies was awarded a new contract, without anyone appearing to think it was unusual, only eight months into a three-and-a-half year deal. The Nottingham Post and BBC Radio Nottingham were ostracised. The Guardian, my employer at the time, was banned from the pressbox. Soon, Davies was insisting that a member of staff filmed every press conference. He wanted to know in advance which journalists were at each game and, in one particularly bewildering scene, arranged to hold a post-match conference before the game. Another Championship club’s chief executive was quoted in the Daily Telegraph referring to Forest as “the Midlands version of North Korea”. He wasn’t too far off: at least one member of staff at Forest became convinced that Davies, mid-conversation, would surreptitiously reach into his pocket to record what they were saying on a dictaphone. Or that he preferred to talk outside in case his office was bugged. And then the bee in Billy’s bonnet really started to buzz out of control. In one game at Brighton, he worked himself into such a state about the presence of a pitch-side television camera, and the frequency with which it seemed to be pointing his way, he sent out his substitutes to warm up with the specific instructions of obstructing its view. For another game at Millwall, Davies thought he saw a photographer aiming his lens at the Forest dugout and marched over to the 18-yard line to confront him, repeatedly shouting: “Where are you from?” into his face. Stewards had to get involved. The photographer was covering the match for, among others, the Forest programme. “I just sat there in stunned silence not knowing if he was going to hit me or threaten me or what he was going to do,” he said afterwards. Price had a Twitter account in which he dismissed football’s financial fair-play regulations as “illegal and unworkable” (Forest were later given a transfer embargo for their overspending). But it was when Davies logged on to the same account that things really got interesting. “It’s about payback,” one message read. “Vengeance is best served cold. Trust me the innocent will not be harmed.” Davies was sacked in March 2014 and, by then, Al Hasawi had started compiling his own dossier. One issue for Forest’s owner was the number of times the club seemed to be doing business with one agent in particular — Brian O’Neil, a former Scotland international who had played under Davies at Preston. Put all this together and it creates the impression of a good, occasionally excellent, football manager who, at best, could be said to have badly blurred his priorities. At worst, however, it leaves another caricature: a damaged individual, staring at the world through cold, suspicious eyes, little puffs of toxic black smoke coming out of his ears. William McIntosh Davies — football’s WMD. Whatever he may think, this is not intended to dance on his grave. I do wonder, though, whether there is anyone in his life with the gumption to inform Davies of some hard truths and explain how, back in the real world, if a football manager has made himself unemployable it does not usually wash to hold everyone else accountable. Does he ever stop to examine the behavioural flaws that have inflicted the most grievous damage to his reputation and that once allegedly compelled Nigel Clough — yes, lovely, well-mannered Nigel Clough — to knee him from behind as rival managers in a previous Derby-Forest encounter? Is he aware that Paul McKenna, the former Forest captain, has been known to tell a story on the after-dinner circuit about going into the training ground early one day and how Davies, arriving to find his player eating breakfast on the same table as Doughty, barely spoke to him for the next month? Was Davies actually being serious when he said there was a PR company targeting online messageboards and hiring ex-players to poison his reputation and keep him out of work? And yes… yes, I think he really was. Davies, in the words of Alex McLeish, is a “nippy sweetie”, which is basically Glaswegian for the smaller the pip, the louder the squeak. He comes from Govan, the part of the city where Sir Alex Ferguson grew up, and he always seemed very proud of that fact. He and Ferguson, he once told me, “both like picking up chewing gum from the street and eating it.” And no apologies here for repeating the story about the time he took the Derby job and a football reporter from the local paper rang the Lancashire Evening Telegraph to find out more. “He’s 5ft 5in, he’s from Glasgow and he owns a Rottweiler called Axel,” was the verdict. “You make up your own mind.” At Forest the common belief is that Price could be every bit as taut and conspiratorial and that the biggest problem for Davies was that he seemed to live and die by whatever he was told by his cousin and adviser, rather than seeing him, perhaps, for what he actually was: a banned solicitor. Davies is 55 now. He has never managed a team in his 50s and that is a long time to be retired if there really is no way back. He is a very rich man, taking a formidable payoff from his last job. But is he happy? It is over two years since anyone in the media heard from Davies and, on that occasion, the interviewer noted that he was twitching with anger and reddening in the face. “I will not jump back in to a St Mirren, a Dundee United, a Hearts, with all due respect to these clubs,” Davies said in that 2017 interview. “I know I am a very good football manager. I will not jump back into football and take a job that is beneath me. A smear campaign has driven me away. For whatever reason, they have decided to take away from me something that I love. They have put my career on pause. But I’ll be back soon. I don’t think there is any doubt that one day I will be back at the top of football.” He chose not to respond when approached by The Athletic. (Photo: Shaun Botterill/Getty Images)

Apparently Ryder supported Sunderland in the 80s.

Sounds dodgy mate, probably having an affair. Hard to blame her in all fairness.

Lolz Laters.

“ Stevie, there’s two puffs ower here mate” ” Never mind them, my little Irish bigot mate, have you seen this little cockney ower here? Where’s me phone, my twitter audience needs to know about this!” edit; his Twitter has been suspended there’s a shock.

Wha-wha, what the fuck is this, like? Fuck me! Do you really think my NUFC stuff is 'shit hot'? This is why ahm in this game, man, for the man on the street who wants his NUFC news on horseback. Pleased you like it, mate. There'll be more to come in tomorrow's Ronny Gill. Laters.

All of 80s Byker was an Eastern Europe Iron Curtainesque paradise.

The one near Byker Metro was a proper mid-80s, Eastern curtain-esque paradise.

Presto at Killy was fucking rank

"Mams! If you want to be impressed at Presto, get them Prestojuice! It's juice lovingly made at Presto with pride, passion and more E numbers than Einstein can handle!"

What do call a girl with sausages on her head? Barbie.

Maybe this lad could stand in for one of the Labour candidates that's been made to stand down.

I think his engagement with the Jewish Community in his own constituency would suggest he isn't personally anti-semitic. I think it's just another example of him not taking a strong position on something which goes against his friends (unfortunately).

I bet Wor Steve nearly dropped his crisps when they told him.

He is free to have a bottle of Pellegrini to celebrate it.

Corbyn is open to being accused of being an anti Semite and he hasn't got a leg to stand on to defend himself. Whether he is or not is in a way irrelevant, his inaction in dealing with it has condemned him. That's just one reason why he's fuckin useless. The anti semites showed up in the Labour party when he became leader and he refused to deal with them because they're his friends. As the old saying goes "you can judge a man by the company he keeps..." I'm not an expert on these things but it's difficult for me to imagine him actually being AS but I wouldn't blame anyone for thinking he is..

The front...?

'Is that French?' 'Yee caallin' us a poof?'

When it’s raining shit, you miss the odd nugget.

That's the Oneplus 7 Pro. Renton obviously considers you an amateur.

What's the longest word you reckon Ryder can spell without auto-correct dragging him out of the shit? I bet it's not even "Ryder"

If anyone would know ...

Hardly surprising that his journalism isn't up to scratch when he must spend hours sheering off his thick locks to achieve the optional slap head look

No no - Paris is for Champagne Enemas. Moscow is for hooker’s piss.

https://www.instagram.com/p/B4kQmj4AVFq/?igshid=9d1rmzgqbgdc

Just leave her at the bar to get you some beers for half time..,

I thought he was having Sovetskoye Shampanskoye enemas in Moscow, or something like that...

Crowd- mutters “ Little hipster shithouse”.

It took me until I was 30 to realise ideologies on either side of the political spectrum are bollocks. What we need is some good, common sense, middle ground pragmatism. If there's good reason to renationalise something, do it. Otherwise just leave it alone ffs and spend the money on something productive.