Sonatine

Wasn't he on peanuts with the Welsh gig?

Probably got the idea from that daft psychic bint he used to knock around with. "You know what you need Glenn, some fat cunt playing the Great Escape on a trombone"

Aye http://www.englandband.com/faq.shtml

I see the new royal sponger has been named...

Pretty sure Johnny Foreigner had a hand in it too.

Runs a tanning salon apparently, guessing he's just a racist Joey Essex

http://www.football365.com/news/f365-says-on-sunderland-where-no-magic-exists One of the comments

Nutcase City Limits

There's some wronguns around, no doubt about it.

http://payaso-de-mierda.blogspot.co.uk/2018/04/gone-for-burton.html

That lads shit was slightly less rancid too I reckon.

What a time to be alive

The good people of Wearside have no luck with people called Jack it would seem

Mad, staring eyes. All I can see is his mad staring eyes.

Probably already on the lash

The only thing that could have made it sweeter was if the linesman was the ghost of Jimmy Hill.