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If it's such a friendly game why did one of their orcs attack a young boy who was with his younger sister outside carrow road a few years ago?

Real concern and worry from the TNT commentary team that Chelsea are getting beat by Brentford at home. It's approaching 90 minutes, the commentary team will explode with relief if they equalise.

My dad worked for them. Used to shunt busses and pick up fucked ones. Tight cunts apparently. The wedding, my young cousin is Irish but moved over for university because apart from it being potentially excellent she also had her aunt, my mam and family, to help out if she got stuck. Anyway, she stayed, met a nice lad, got married today etc. End of the night, no outward sign they're mackems at all, just friends of theirs being office types to their core as well as having a shit taste in music, no worries, was great catching up with Irish relatives I haven't seen in years. Anyway, didn't give it a second thought until kick out time, all of a sudden, half the twenty/thirty somethings started singing 'wise men say' but never said the 'Sunderland' bit at the end. Don't know if they were told not to but they were pissed and couldn't stop the early bit. Verdict. Mackem bastards.

Going to a wedding soon, apparently the groom and family may have pommes frites fromages inklings. I'll be keeping an eye on them.....

You just know that half of their fanbase who are old enough were phoning those 90s 0898 party line numbers.

Desperate to be noticed, aren't they? "Hey! Hey! Hey everybody! It's Sunderland here! Sunderland AFC! Want be our friend? We're Sunderland...... Next to Newcastle."

Fucking hell, it's like 'Brief Encounter' this. Steady on, they're just being friendly.

That's the first time I've ever saw any of that show. Fucking last as well.

There's only so many they could get in at one time. When I'm made redundant I'm starting my own 'talent' agency for media producers to use when they want any NUFC fans. Obviously in this day of digitised media it'll be an online agency. I'm going to call it 'Anycunt'lldo.com'.

FMP

Same old faces.

"Lolz, ROFL marras! Tonali out for mebbeyz two year! Lolz! But watch the Saudis do something so he gets to play in the champions leygue! 😡 Probabley only get a few months ban as well. Pewa corruption, marra! FTM!!! 🤬🤬😡"

Dortmund fans pictured on the metro after getting on at Whitley Bay..... Same metro pulling into Walkergate fifteen minutes later.....

He could pass the team sheets around to the people in the press box before becoming chief executive of the club if he wants to help out. (That's how it works isn't it, Charnaz?)

Used to work with someone who's nickname was 'Don Estelle' as he not only looked like him but was also a 'whispering grass'.

Watched five minutes of their game towards the end and saw that Leicester kid who couldn't get a game for them a few years ago, who we tried to sign on loan but couldn't get it 'over the line', come on as a sub. Against Sunderland. In the championship. We couldn't even get him in on loan and now we're playing in the champions league and the poor cunt is still not starting for Leicester in the championship. Against 'Mowbray's babes'. It's amazing how utterly shit we had become under Ashley and managers like Steven fucking Bruce. (And how lauded they were by certain people in the sports media).

Vood. Just had a disagreement with the missus which has resulted in huffiness. Trouble is I'm now trying not to laugh or smile at this thread as my wife has a vagina so will get even huffier if she thinks I'm already over the disagreement.

My favourite pun on Indian names is the half Indian, half Geordie submariner, Gandeep Undawatta.

A few of us went to Charlton away in the early 90s, one was a total pisshead called 'scruffy fingers'. He was called it as he was a roofer and his fingers were always minging because he'd go straight for a pint after work or that was what I assumed. We stopped off at the services and scruffy fingers is already well into the kestrel super strength after being on the piss the night before, we'd been out as well TBF, so as we're having a slash he calls us over to the trap he was in. We went over not knowing what monstrosity he was giggling about and assumed he'd pebble dashed the bog or left a giant turd or something but he'd wrote 'NUFC' on the wall with his own shit and suddenly the name scruffy fingers started to make more sense the fucking fiend he was. (Once in a blue moon I'll see his van driving about and I always think 'dirty cunt').

"Obit? Give it to Keysey."

He'd have been gauging the fat cunt to who they supported ratio all the times he had to sit around waiting at hospital, 100%, mind.

Aye, well done, Stevie.

"Boss! Boss! The corruption, boss!"

*Years ago under Robson when we were doing well* "Get on to our man at R5live and get him to interview Jack Charlton live on air. Ring Jack and tell him about it in advance, make sure he knows it's imperative he bigs up how pleased he is about NUFC doing well as he supported them as a child. Tell him there's a drink or two in it for him."