Howmanheyman

Sometimes you can get the runaround, but they're like rabbits in headlights when in possession.

Gini, sissoko, are they playing?

Dummett, tiote and Anita really not helping with possession, dummett in particular.

We can hopefully take advantage of Bournemouth frustrations in the second half especially if they start running out of steam. Likes of Sissoko need to grab the initiative though.

Tiote not booked?

So easy to book one of our players it seems.

Two against one from their cross in their favour? Be glad to get in at half time still winning, some poor performances out there.

Good move at last, get in mitro and ayoze.

Can't keep possession to save our lives so far.

John carver, fletch and savage in the same room. Gruesome viewing.

PL is fairly lercal to Dean Court. He is a Northumbrian immigrant.

He's the kamagra in a Viagra's clothing.

He's the thimble masquerading as a glass of water.

He's like a comedy show without English tapas.

Only for the last fucking ten minutes!

I bet she wont need Kamagra.

Shaggy

By the way, can anyone make sense of the the following? http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/sport/football/football-news/french-winger-sylvain-marveaux-set-10371109

The secret diary of Lee Ryder aged 44 and a half 03/11/2015 Get up Get on up Get up Get on up Stay on the scene Like a Sex Machine. Well diary, it's been a while, ah knaa, the life of an award winning sports journalist just whizzes past like a Jack 'Ginger Pirlo' free kick. Ah've been busy on the ground ah'll season trying to get new contacts in the McClaren era NUFC, but ah still didn't quite have the same ear of Shuper schteve as ah did of The King Pards and wor John, coach Carvs. Ah did however decide to get some fresh insider blood to replace me old nark, Remi 'word-on-the' Streete because ah knew that as as much as me loyal readers love the likes of Quinny's patter, the younger fans will want to hear a current NUFC star give their views. Ah'd arranged a meet and a bung to get one of our black & white heroes on the secret Ronny Gill payroll with an insider pipeline straight through to yours truly, the Knight from the Bigg Market. The craic was we'd meet every now and then at Cafe Rouge on Grey Street so's me nark would feel safe in his own surroundings so to speak as 'Rouge' was a french word and the place was a Frog restaurant and, zut alors, me nark was from the country that gave us Platini, Napoleon and the brilliant 'allo 'allo. The craic was we'd meet up at ten bells but, not for the fist time, the mighty sword of the Knight had put a spanner in the works, ah was running late as ah'd had a secret midnight rondevoo, rendeavous, err, a meeting with one of the Polish cleaners at Thomson house who had fallen for the North Shields Valentino. Ah'd went along to her flat after she'd put ah kids to bed and tried out me 'Kamagra' tablets that were endorsed by none other than Sky Saturday legend, Chris Kamara. The pills were a viagra substitute that were a bit cheaper off the internet and ah only popped them as the lass was nee Wendy Taylor and ah'd been on the hoy earlier on so they were a back up for the always reliable 'sword of Ryder', not that ah'd need it of course! Anyways, the lass who had fell for me charms and especially me famous smooth patter had to keep getting up to change the bairns nappy and feed it it's bottle which was a right pain in the arse for yours truly, she tried to explain to me what was gannin on but she could barely understand English and eventually, at four in the morning ah managed to get a quick two minutes of tantric bliss and got to the vinegar stroke before the sprog wanted fed again. Ah got back to me ken and ah was oot like a light and slept in! Anyways, luckily for me, Sylvain was still in the Cafe when ah got there half an hour late, stinking of last nights beer, aftershave and Nadia's perfume, not to mention Cow & Gate baby milk. Ah quickly ordered what the French midfield maestro was having and jotted down the gold dust he fed me as ah fed mesel with pain perdu brioche washed doon with cafe au lait. Ah bunged £50 to 'he's' Slyvain 'he probly thinks this song is about him' and hot footed it over to Thomson house to write up a 'I'm raring to go' article from the Frenchman and then headed home to get some much needed kip. Eeee, the life of an Anglo-Italian fanny rat, eh? Lol. Laters.

Christ! How many Kamagras will that take??!!

'kamagra'

:lol: You could've put a warning on that link, I think I just gone cut myself on that razor sharp mackem humour, there. 'Ee-ah, pass iz anuva can a fosters, ah've got a greaht idea for a funny mags video'.

Worrying. As it stands we're in the shit. Need some nous/experience desperately. We play some neat stuff but are lacking big time. It's worrying when we're on top so often but look so vulnerable. This is NUFC though, and it's fucking shite.

Special one, normal three.