thebrokendoll

everton could very easily be in the bottom 3 by tuesday night. I reckon there's a reasonable possibility they'll stop there, or by god I hope so. think you're right about burnley, leeds might well get a new manager bounce, maybe brentford a lift from eriksen? or maybe I'm letting me heart rule me head a bit?!

very envious. hope you had tremendous day out sir!

fucking wife's livid here, newcastle's winning, both teams have had 3 corners but I told her wood was less ludicrous than joelinton as the first goalscorer! £2000 up in smoke!

the wife's gone on a gemmill like gambling frenzy, chris wood scores first, newcastle win, both teams get a minimum of 3 corners each in both halves. £2 stake at 1000/1

edwards, dyer and alex. practically inseparable.

he was a big fan of dyer. think that's why the journal fucked him off in the end.

pity tottenham hadn't played like that midweek.

out of my brain on the train.

ah! thought at one stage they were 12 points clear? probably hadn't took too much notice of games played. in my defence, ive been a bit more focused on the other end of the table!

I remember sitting in the farmers rest on new years day '85 feeling the worst hungover I've felt in me life. first pint took over an hour to force down and every mouthful was very nearly barfed back up. a few short hours later the world was all sweetness and light!

if liverpool win the title this year will man city have blown it as bad as we did?

would much prefer it the other way round mind.

salah!

aye. think bath's probably happy enough with its quota of regency buildings anyway.

think you're just gonna have to come to terms with leazes terrace being knocked down. it's full of fucking students anyway and to be honest it would probably be more suited if it was rebuilt in bath. can't stand in the way of the nufc juggernaut I'm afraid.

ok!

@Alex I can see I'm not winning this one with you! dyer wasn't fit to lace the boots of any of his peers in robson's team, when he could be arse to even play, well, in my opinion. as far as comparing him with bellamy, I can recall the welsh man being involved in some incident whereby he was questioned for a minor assault but nowt came of it, think some pissed up wannabe WAG on the quayside had jumped uninvited in to his car and he'd pushed her out. dyer would've footed the bill for a gang bang in the nearest premier Inn. bellamy didn't really hit the peak of his twatishness till he left us, but before he did he was absolutely bang on in labelling souness a wanker for hauling him off at charlton athletic, he was easily the best player on the pitch that day, he had every right in being fucked off at being shunted out to celtic by a bloke who had already decided before he walked through the door that he was the bad apple and not dyer. the stupid scotch twat was wrong. I agree with everything you say with regard to robson/shearer and so by default I'd imagine you'd have to concede bellamy was pretty much on the mark with his assessment via text that the lion of gosforths legs had gone? anyway, loved bellamy as a player, in a different league to dyer, and while I'd be in no rush to invite him round for a meal, I'd do so in preference to 80 clicks every day of the week.

think so, mightve been a cup game. memory might be on its way now mind!

getting old? lucky twat, i was old then!

think that's more of a reflection on the ashley era than dyer's ability. thought on the whole he was a complete and utter waster. mind you, i do remember being at southampton when we eventually beat them down there for the first time for 300 years, one on one with the keeper too, nearly lifted the roof off the away end!

wasn't so much a reference to their spat on the pitch, more dyer's time at the club in general. thought the sun shone out his own arse despite spending the majority of his time out the team. seem to recall him being nicknamed both sicknote or 80 klicks because of giving it the big one about his wages in town. couldn't hit a cow's arse with a banjo, particularly when it came to one on ones with a keeper. remember him holding the captains armband out like a piece of shit covered bog roll when being brought on as a sub at middlesbrough after being dropped by robson for refusing to play right wing. pretty sure he paid for the hotel room at the grosvenor at the time of the spit roasting debacle. (disclaimer, i'm not implying he was one of the tag team!) within a few days of souness arriving and claiming he was gonna clean the town up dyer got lifted form pissing in a doorweay on the quayside and went largely unpunished. wasn't a big a fan of kieron at the time me!

probably me favourite london pub on kew bridge rd and just round the corner from brentford's ground. the express tavern, not sure about the vodka/coke situation but is renowned for its selection of real ales and particularly ciders. one side of the bar is dedicated to the latter with at least a dozen on offer and not a strongbow or stowford to be seen. thoroughly recommend you try them all. very envious.

from that list.... 1) dalglish hated the dour cunt for dismantling the greatest team I'd ever watched and turning it in to relegation candidates in his full season. shouldn't even have been feasible. 2) souness despised this fucker too. can sort of appreciate shepherd's reasoning at the time as our squad was clearly getting out of control off the pitch (and sometimes on it) failed to identify dyer as the main culprit and instead targeted bellamy, who was arguably our best player. absolute fucking moron. 3) bruce about the only credit this fucking appalling pile of talentless cholesterol deserves is that he manages to shunt pardew down a place. quite how a man can have so little self respect truly boggles the mind. 4) pardew manages to finish down the hate list from bruce only by virtue of the 5th place finish. matches the corbridge cunt stride for stride though for having not one shred of dignity. very, very fortunate to scrape in at a respectable 4th considering how much he made my flesh crawl. 5) allardyce odious cunt, hideous football. stands out as the appointment which marked shepherd's unravelling. 6) kinnear utterly surreal appointment. the david lynch/salvador dali of football managers/director of football. if somebody told you that they'd hallucinated all this on a particularly strong purple om blotter, you'd assume they were still tripping. 7) gullit finishes bottom as he had the dignity to walk away without a pay off. had quite a cool hair do.

enjoyed that bit of a catch up. oh and howay burton!