Sonatine

I left alone, my mind was blank I needed time to think To get the memories of that game from my mind What did I see? Can I believe? That Joelinton that night was real and not just fantasy? Just what I saw in my old dreams Were they reflections of Jonjo Shelvey staring back at me? 'Cause in my dreams it's always there The cabbage face that twists my mind and brings me to despair Night was black, was no use holding back 'Cause I just had to see, was Hendrick watching me? In defence, dark figures move and twist Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell? Nine Nine Nine, the number of the Bruce A session in the Black Diamond turns the fucker puce

Toothy tenants

Heron Foods, formally known as Grindells Butchers Ltd. Which is just the sort of shop whose bins Billy Boy will be scavenging, the trampy melt.

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I'm sorry to say this Steve, but we're letting you go.

"Shame on your ancestors"?!!! Well, there's only one way we can reclaim our honour now. Stupid fucking cunt

There's only one ex-player who should be involved in sorting out the themed parties https://www.thesun.co.uk/world-cup-2018/6562114/world-cup-faustino-asprila-mexico-coach-sex-orgy/

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Ain't that a shame....

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