thebrokendoll

hooray for edwards, he clearly has his finger on the pulse of all things nufc related.

loathe to give these horrible cunts much attention, but just quickly dipped in to the world of third division football to see they managed a last minute draw with -9 points bolton. in these dark days i suppose it's a small crumb of comfort that the apparently newly crowned richest club in the entire world.... ever, are looking up to wycombe wanderers and fleetwood town!

1 point. maximum.

1GB of internet and 90 minutes of precious life. gone. 'he's one of our own' fuck off man, he couldn't have fucked off any quicker.

10,000 empty seats today, or will the sight of returning local hero and wonderful, wonderful striker andy sat on the bench make a significant difference?

probably the comedy channel mate. let's face it, incompetence and corruption is fucking hilarious.

he's wonderful, wonderful. bruce said. how the fuck he was without a club defies any logic whatsoever.

how the fuck do you go from investigating a crime, gathering sufficient evidence to convince the cps of a successful guilty verdict in a court case, banging a young kid up on a murder charge facing a minimum term of 30 years and having his family villified in the media.... to, oh you've done nowt wrong, you can go home. did they actually investigate this 'murder' and particularly foster at all? or was it just a case of he's a pikey any pikey will do?

what is the matter with this vomit inducing cunt? brighton at home is a 'wonderful' opportunity. a fit andy is a 'wonderful, wonderful' striker. .well, there's nowt 'wonderful' about you, yer fucking fat, disgusting, repulsive piece of human scum.

that's it then. all the ills and woes surrounding nufc will miraculously disappear. good old andy, more than worthy of his local hero tag.

the young mike can clearly be seen here in the yellow and brown donnay jumper. 1989, at a secret location just off the m25. mike got the 'e' with too much speed in it....

venue of 'the famous european nights' looming large. odds of 25/1 for an away win. after predicting a 8-0 howking by tottenham, i'm inclined to do the same again whilst secretly sticking a tenner on brucey pulling off a shock, dedicated to mike, 0-3 victory with an almiron hatrick!

that interview he did on sky yesterday... what's the matter with the cunts hands and arms? we've all seen people using hands to emphasise points before but not to that extent. cunt needs them removing with a chainsaw, preferably from the waist.

hat doffed mate. think you've just destroyed the fucking pitiful mackem cunt.

so.... was this wallsend chap a mackem in the end or not?!

you must be very proud.

missed this when it was shown on bbc4, fantastic watch for anybody who was in their prime perhaps during the mid to late 80s and what life was like in britain. the blurb is.... A re-evaluation of acid house, a musical phenomenon that, as this film shows, did not spring out of nowhere, but owed its emergence to the social and political landscape of 1980s Britain

can't be arsed to get wound up about anything owen has to say, we have far greater things to be concerned about, although i do reckon it would be hilarious if at some point in the future shearer levelled him! last couple of books i read were by leaf fielding and ted simon. fielding was part of the drug gang caught by operation julie in '77 for producing millions of lsd trips. simon upped sticks on an old triumph 500 and racked up 68,000 miles and 54 countries over 4 years. both inspirational reads. tragic thing is some people will buy and read a book by this tedious and insipid twat. it's no wonder this country is on its fucking knees.

why would you be surprised? there is nothing even remotely rational about the way the club is being run. it's long since past the point of being simple incompetence or bad decision making. there's very clearly an agenda to ensure the club remains uncompetitive. it fails in its role as a sporting institution and survives only as an advertising hording for a fucking hideously tacky brand. ashley doesn't give a fuck about the hopes and dreams of the supporters, on the contrary, im sure the cunt gets a perverse pleasure out of crushing the aspirations out of not only the current generation of our city's folk, but the next one too. he's going fucking nowhere, and you wonder why this prompts some extreme views? for fuck's sake man, what is there even to sit and debate? as for bruce... he like everybody else on the planet earns the right to be liked and respected or warrant the cunt tag. as a player, his career at man utd was of little interest to me, i do however acknowledge his achievements. he earns some historical respect. as a manager he is an irrelevance, the only thing remarkaable about it is that it is littered with betrayal. he demonstates time and time again he has moral compass of a dead slug. he has willingly bought in to being part of a corrupt and vindictive regime and immediately started puking up its soundbytes. fuck the disgusting cunt.

aye, i'll grant you that. i believe that benitez would've served our cause better by having chucked the towel in at least a year before he did. perhaps the misconception that he could change aahley's sttitude from within could be considered a flaw? i would say it was. that makes no excuses for what bruce has knowingly bought in to though, on the contrary,.as a supposed life long newvastle supporter, it' makes it mindbogglingly worse.

i would. but there again, i would rather look in supermarket skips for food than work for an utter peice of human scum like ashley. question of principles really. hometoon brucey has demonstrated time and time again he has none, the fucking disgusting cunt.

that's absolutely disgusting. was debbie harry in my era.

so, in the bottom 3 and out of a cup. back to the cathedral on the hill for an early season 6 pointer with watford. all will be well though by virtue of the fact that as a child, lifelong supporter brucey used to stand on the gallowgate and munch his way through an entire bread trays worth of tanner bags of peanuts. we can't fail but to win.

not to worry. beat watford and it's been a wonderful start to the season. AND there's still every opportunity of a lovely day out in the fa cup.

a hugely irrelevant thread this! our inability to win anything of any note from 1969 to september 2008 could probably be described as something of a footballing anomaly for a club of newcastle's stature. we had opportunities to break this duck, a couple of times in the 70s and obviously more recently in the keegan and robson eras, fucking hell, even the hated souness progressed as far as a quarter and a semi final in the same season. sadly on most occasions our players did a remarkable act of imitating rabbits caught in cars headlights for the big occasion! that all changed in a match against hull when a ground which should've been empty sang nasty songs about mike ashley. so began his vindictive hatred of us. the fat cunt doesn't want us to win a trophy, he was probably pissed off we didn't finish second in each of the championship seasons. us having any kind of reason to be happy will bring the cunt out in some kind of fireplace puking rage. in fact, at the risk of putting meself up there with the man on the moon and two towers conspiracies, i'm utterly convinced pardew was under instructions not to win derby games! forget this one lads, it's not going to happen. if not tonight, then certainly in the very near future, our exit is predetermined.