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Because there's no real skin in the game or hatred then you usually smile seeing fans at international tournaments, probably only really the Russians or the England fans where you wouldn't have strictly benign thoughts. (Unless of course the cameraman focuses in on a hinny).

Never mind jellyhead yanks reaction videos, get them on to remote villagers reaction videos if that's their thing.

Not just well said but concise as well.

Seriously, man. How the fuck do these get voted in?

Face like a slapped arse though, although like you say, probably unimpressed with young David Perv Bailey gathering some wanking material for the long winter months later on that year.

You @PaddockLad Write an epic Poem. Paddock Lad from Poole travelling to dance on the grave of football commentator John Motson and luckily gets his lycra tight Scotland shirt from DH Gate just in time before setting off, he leaves a smilie sticker on the headstone of a wee little yellow man sipping coffee. ChatGPT Behold the tale of Paddock Lad, From Poole he hailed, so strong and glad. A man of action, a man of might, With a mission to dance on a grave tonight. The target of his ire? None other than, The famous football man, John Motson. Though many may have doubted his skill, Paddock Lad was determined to execute his will. Before his journey, a purchase he made, A lycra tight Scotland shirt, to wear in his crusade. And where did he get it, you may ask? From DH Gate, with free shipping, no hidden task. With his shirt in tow, he set out on his quest, To dance on the grave, to lay the man to rest. But before he reached his destination fair, He stumbled upon a sight that caught his stare. A wee little yellow man, sipping coffee so sweet, In a small little café, where no one did he meet. Paddock Lad couldn't help but smile, And left a sticker on the man's head, so beguiling. With his deeds done, and his mission complete, He arrived at John Motson's grave, so neat. And there he danced, with all his might, A dance of joy, a dance of might. And as he left the grave, he knew, That he had done what he set out to do. Paddock Lad, from Poole he came, With a lycra shirt and a mission, so insane. Yet he proved himself a hero, so great, Dancing on the grave of John Motson, his fate.

If the actual state froze the assets of our club because our owner was an ally of, in real terms, an enemy foreign state, I don't think there's a cat in hells chance we get quite the same sympathy or free pass Chelsea got and are getting. I'd be amazed if they didn't call for our immediate relegation/deduction of points and if we'd won anything then that would be under pressure to be stripped from us. Just look at the difference in the tone of Man United's potential takeover or how they are with Liverpool. The regional bias is very strong and obviously not limited to just football.

You didn't miss much bar the usual punches thrown between fans as our lot always went in the home sections of Roker if they didn't have tickets. (RTG don't seem to bring it up much despite loving retro threads and obviously seeing how nails they are/were). I don't recall seeing them do the same up here and if they did they were wise enough to do it in very small numbers and keep schtum). It's almost as if they make up a lot of shite or believe others who were there who lied about it if they were too young. I was there so would would literally laugh in their face if they tried to contradict what my eyes saw first hand rather than some myth from the RTG storytellers whose story must be told. 😁

I could've been at this one but declined, the memory of my first away a couple of months earlier, a 4-0 hammering across the road at Goodison then fresh in my mind, my mates going on about it afterwards and me sitting kicking myself is still vivid.

100%. 👍 I'd go further to be honest, I'd strip the cunts of every title/cup they won under him. It's bizarre, (not really), the free pass they've been given full stop.

I kind of agree but that isn't in Chelsea's make up,, neither club, fans or players. It'll not end well. (Hopefully).

They're either best friends with the other stadiums or built or founded them in the old days so they're hoping they'll put in a good word for them, marra.

I thought it was a still from 'Chernobyl' or 'Gorky Park'?

I'm the winner here as I refused to watch the brittle cunt.

You Write a film intro about a blockbuster movie where a cabal of mysterious Tyneside businessmen feverishly plot night and day with their wide connections to keep Wearside forever in the shadow of Tyneside using every economic, shady and cunning plan they have, nothing is off limits. Wearside hates and fears them. ChatGPT The city of Sunderland had always been in the shadow of Tyneside. Its residents had grown accustomed to living with the constant feeling of inferiority and resentment towards their more successful neighbors. But little did they know that the situation was far from natural. For years, a cabal of mysterious businessmen had conspired behind closed doors to keep Wearside under their thumb. They controlled the entire region with their wide web of connections and used every economic, shady, and cunning plan they had to ensure that Sunderland remained forever in the background. Their grip on the city was unbreakable, and the people of Wearside hated and feared them. But now, it was time for them to fight back. With nothing off-limits, the people of Sunderland would do anything it takes to break free from the shackles of oppression and take back their rightful place in the limelight. This is the story of a city's struggle for freedom and the lengths that its people would go to achieve it. This is the story of the Wearside rebellion.

You Write an ode to monkey's fist, his delivery driving skills, his quick thinking to shit in a plastic bag when no toilets are available but most of all his love of lovely mammaries. ChatGPT Oh Monkey's Fist, your skills are great, As a delivery driver, you're never late. You weave through traffic with such ease, Your driving skills are sure to please. When nature calls, you don't despair, You improvise and show you care. With quick-thinking, you grab a bag, No toilet needed, what a brag. But what we love most about you, Is your love for mammaries so true. You don't hide it or try to hide, Your admiration for them so wide. From the smallest to the largest pair, You love them all and you don't care. Your love for them, we can't deny, Oh Monkey's Fist, you are mighty sly. So here's an ode to Monkey's Fist, A legend indeed, we can't resist. A delivery driver like no other, With skills, quick-thinking, and love for mammaries, oh brother.

Write a story of a man called ugly mackems who buys nine tickets for the match but likes to tell everyone including those who didn't get a ticket. Mention a good family, the labour club and his love of vodka and coke. Ugly Mackems, as he was commonly known, was a man with a heart of gold, but not much of a face to match it. He always felt like he stood out in a crowd and not in a good way. But he never let that get him down, especially not when it came to his beloved football team. One day, Ugly Mackems went down to the ticket office to buy tickets for the big match. Despite being short on cash, he ended up buying nine tickets in total. His excitement was palpable, but he couldn't help himself from boasting about it to anyone who would listen. He went to the local Labour Club that evening and couldn't resist telling his mates about his great haul of nine tickets. He even told some random strangers he started chatting with at the bar, who clearly had no interest in football. One of his regular drinking buddies, John, bumped into Ugly Mackems that night and mentioned he hadn't been able to secure a ticket for the match. Ugly Mackems immediately offered him one of his spare tickets and John was overjoyed, feeling grateful for Mackems' kindness. The next few days, Ugly Mackems couldn't stop talking about how he managed to nab nine tickets for the match. He popped into the local corner shops, the newsagent, and even the post office, telling anyone who would listen. He was just so excited to be part of the action. After buying the tickets, Ugly Mackems enjoyed a family dinner with his wife and two kids, all of whom shared his love for football. They discussed the upcoming match over a hearty meal and a bottle of wine. Come match day, Ugly Mackems and his family headed to the stadium with the remaining tickets in tow. When they finally reached the gates, he noticed a young lad with his dad frantically looking for tickets. Ugly Mackems couldn't resist and offered them a couple of his spare tickets, knowing they would make the most of it. He headed inside with his family, delirious with joy, and quickly ordered vodka and coke. That day, he had nine tickets to the match, but it was the joy he brought to others that made him happiest.

Cunt.

Someone 'heard' someone in their head tell them something exciting about Sunderland but was soon interrupted by the other voice which told him it was time to start punishing whores again even if they looked like normal women going about their lives. FTM.

It just puts loads of meows. Verdict. absolute shite.

I did, nowt happened.

Nah, that was just a friendly with the stated aim of making new friends, especially if the new friends were once formed by a wandering MLF.

Are there some kind of instructions?

I feel violated.