thebrokendoll

it's all very well you laughing. you'll not have hundreds of the cunts rocking up in your back yard next season!

fucking glorious!

it's all gone awry on rtg!

oh dear!

game... 3/10, mainly due to willock. crowd.... 0/10, fuck all about bacon, fuck all about master's being a wanker, one barely audible anti-ashley chant. fucking pathetic in all honesty.

for a variety of reasons I haven't watched a single game of ours this year, mostly because the sight of the fat mess in our dubiously named technical area properly makes my flesh crawl. I've listened to most of them though on radio newcastle whilst doing the many chores the wife seems to find for me. gonna make an exception tonight though and find a stream the premier league wouldn't approve of, for the sole reason of seeing how the 10,000 superfans react to the worthy winner of manager of the month. wor steve has took us from 17th to 17th and I expect nothing other than a rousing hero's welcome.

when I first read it I just assumed brucey had registered on here.

me and you together Howay, armed to the teeth, we'd wreek havoc in football studios all over the land.

can't help but wonder actually had tonight's game had 10,000 of our most loyalist superfans rocking up whether they would've went for a nauseating pr stunt of presenting our hero with his award on the pitch? I reckon they would. sadly I reckon the majority in attendance would probably applaud too.

well done steve. you've always had my support.

he's bothered me a little bit mate if I'm honest. I'm desperate for him to bump in to a 'mouthy little coward' who beats his face to a pulp.

the cunt is limited in every aspect of his very being. except his ability to eat.

no, it was my good friends cameron and clarkson. first time I went snowboarding I was hassled in to doing so by a swiss lad who drove us down to engleburg. fucker had been out clubbing in zurich the night befiore and should've be nowhere near a steering wheel. got as far up titlus as it was possible to get and then he vomited everywhere. gave me a brief lesson on how to turn and bend your knees etc and then promptly went off to find somewhere to sleep whilst mocking my goofy stance. spent about 8 hours on that fucking mountain mostly on me arse or face and eventually self taught. I was the only one there actually snowboarding, rest of the dudes were sat in a big circle at the top the entire time getting very stoned, pausing only occasionally to mock the old english bloke with the bleeding nose and the unfashionable attire!

not sure I believe this actually. snowboarding dudes all have dreads and are in to psytrance. everybody knows that.

you gonna stand up and start a rousing chorus of 'brucey, brucey give us a wave' then?

the fucking elephant man was easier on the eye than bruce. probably a better football manager too.

and he's a fucking hideously ugly cunt.

really pleased for cheltenham town today. a couple of weeks they were automatically promoted as a league club for the first time in their history. this is the first time they've champions of any division in their history. change your stripes lads! also, hat doffed to forest green rovers for clinching a play off place, hope they go on to get promoted too. forest green play in lovely little town in the stroud valley, very hippie and new agey.. outrageous as it might be to say so but part of me thinks it might be better if sunderland went up, because the cotswolds doesn't deserve hundreds of slobbering mackems turning up and polluting the place!

una stubbs looked a bit like this when I last saw her, except angrier. also, she never left any of us love messages....

aye. apologies for derailing the thread of our greatest victory in living memory!

I once (along with others) got in to a ruck with some tottenham supporters in the swan at hammersmith post our cup game there in the mid 80s. caught in the crossfire of flying chairs was una stubbs, willie rushton and balderick out the blackadder. they left immediately looking suitably unimpressed. bit shit I know, but it's my only real football/celebrity claim to fame.

I can only dream of driving a 20 plate van.

ooh look at me, I live in the same street as a footballer.

shit, 5-4 a possibility?!

even quite good to listen to on the radio this!