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I just think the lifestyle is something that doesn't help our cause and by no means the only factor. Where's the Beardsley's, Waddle's and Gazza's? All had more skill and technique then any I've seen playing for England lately.

Don't see as many fat kids in Europe, mate. Haiti? Which part of England is that in?

It's been said but you just have to factor in MB's/chat rooms, daft fuckers sitting with headphones on telling some other daft fucker they are 'totally owned' on some computer game and huge amounts of junk food being cheap*. When you see kids walking about at dinnertime eating from a big fuck off pizzabox then realise they haven't even had their tea yet you'll catch my drift. Less fit kids, (more fat kids), smaller pool of kids able to cut the mustard, more money so kids wont use any shite to kick around with, eg, not playing in a street with a smaller cheaper ball using a gate for a goal and using skills to dribble around parked cars, (sounds cliched to fuck but it would hone your skills as much as a cone), when they can have a big CL edition ball, be kitted out in full strips with shin pads at some astroturf sportscentre. I know you could read this post with the hovis music in the background but I still think it's valid. *Lets face it, pizza/kebab shops are ten-a-penny these days with permanent cheap offers on, look at the amount of leaflets coming through your door ffs.

My neighbours son has finally made it onto the Submarines which was his ambition when he applied to the Royal Navy. He's a hard working half Geordie/half Indian lad and everybody's really pleased for him. Here's to Able Seaman Gandeep Undawatta!

Ahh you twat!

......and you support Newcastle Utd did you say? He took the side to Villa Park after KK left, think it was 2-2 with Clarky scoring from the outside the box with the keeper on his arse.

If it looks like shit and smells like shit it generally is shit. I didn't see the France game but saw the rest and we cannot even keep the ball for more than a few passes. That's pretty basic stuff. So I vote it was shit.

We had the nutz invasion and the return of CabayeAye ALL on MF's watch as a Mod. Sack the board.

But will you get the £125 though or is it their estimate?

I was tempted myself but would've regretted it as I would never wear it. You got 'Beckham' on your shirt, Tom? :lol:

I forget the name, it's the sports shop more or less opposite Primark, on Northumberland Street, Tom.

Served with a sunny D?

If CT's interested then I saw this in the Town today complete with Gazza's number 19 for £25. Also the shirt from Mexico '86 for the same price minus numbers on the back. Both far better than the current shirt they've got in my not so humble opinion.

Is she? Great, I'll pop round yours and tell her exactly what I want, what I really, really want.

Happy birthday!

Foods nice in there, Jill. If you like your Thai food hot don't let the lass talk you into getting a milder version as she thinks Westerners cannot hack it. If your friends bottle the Thai food and have a Sunday dinner it's their loss!

I loved the retro tracing paper bog roll they had in there. Took me right back to school that did.

Is Erroll Brown on standby then, Jill?

Probably means nothing to most on here but former Northern Ireland and QPR Skipper Alan McDonald died at only 48 years of age. That's no age at all and as a kid who was brought up in Tyneside but spent time in Ulster as my Mother was from the Province I have a fond memory of that wee country punching above their weight and getting to a couple of World Cups. I remember NI playing England in a World cup qualifier at Wembley needing to get a draw to qualify for Mexico '86 and England had already qualified. Anyway, they got their draw, (0-0 IIRC) and one of the presenters from BBC Sportsnight grabbed a hold of big Alan after the final whistle and hinted at England not trying to help them out to which McDonald more or less offered to see anyone with such questions after the match to put them right as sweat was pissing off him. RIP big man.

I saw a middle aged sad sack walking through Killingworth with the new Man U shirt on as I was driving through today. It's fucking manky, charver-ish and will suit Rooney to a tee.

Daughters dropped off at my folks, out for wining and dining with the Wife as it's our twelfth anniversary tomorrow. Four years engagement prior to that as well. We've had our ups and downs including a split for a few months but I can honestly say I deserve a fucking medal the size of a frying pan and some gold plated ear plugs.

FYP.

I'm not a one for Chinese buffets to be honest, but of the ones I've been in My Shanghai would come in last quite comfortably. Again, I'm not saying it was poor as it was canny enough just not as good as the rest. Only went in the once a few weeks ago during week as me and the Missus had heard good tales about it and we'd missed dinner time due to being held up at hospital so if anything we weren't fussy just hungry. Its ok, nothing else.

Bloke sees a Jamaican putting up a sign, 'Boat For Sale'. The man looks but all he sees is a Caravan and a Jeep. He goes up to the Jamaican and asks, "Where's the Boat? All I can see is a Caravan and a Jeep." "Ya Mon", replies the Jamaican, "and they Boat for Sale....!!"

I heard John Anderson tell a tale of the NUFC players being treated to a plane ride to a Southern game and whilst at Newcastle Airport Jimmy White walked past a young Gazza, Roeder and himself. Gazza nudged the pair of them excitedly and said, "Look! There's Jimmy White!". He then shouted at the snooker player. "Jimmy! Hoo! Jimmy White, man!". As White turned around Gazza then bent over to take an imaginary shot with an imaginary cue and smiled at White while shouting "Onnne ahundreeeed and eiiighhtyy!!!"