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nor me. must be shite.

some legendry mackem hard man has apparently died and they've got a bit of a tribute thread going for him, which is fair enough I suppose. anyway, somebody's hoyed up a photo of their top lads from the fulwell in the early 70s and it's quite easy now to see why they've been windmilling mags with ease since, well, football began really. or another way to look at it... far left is clearly adam johnson's old man, no wonder he ended up going down for noncing, it was in his genes from the outset. front row left, denim boy is clearly deformed bless him. Just as well he's nails really because he'd struggle like fuck to run away if things took a turn for the worse. thankfully for the photo the young steve bruce has offered to support him and keep him upright (ish) the flame haired gemmill appears to have infiltrated their ranks, mind you, not surprised he wasn't scared to do so, of the two fuckers to his left, one would snap on a breezy day and the other cunt has to be in bed by half past seven. immediately behind the 10 year old warrior is a lad who having decided his crombie doesn't afford him as much respect as he'd like, bizarrely opts ro paint a ludicrous false sideburn on his face. job sorted. red polo shirt boy, either buy some boots or change your fucking trousers.

0/2 in the ballot this season 0/5 in the last home games at the end of last season. 7 in a row marra. shooting rats with me new bsa lightning is about to become me number one hobby.

no, I can assure you it won't. we've obviously stocked up with shit goalkeepers and have moved on to the other side of the pitch.

astonished he managed to recount that tale at the same time as typing, it's that side splitting. the stupid mackem cunt.

i got one in gallowgate, queue number 1400ish, was showing 2 available in that section. never bothered scrolling down the section list any further once i spotted these but you've got to assume that if there was availability in gallowgate then there'd be some inn leazes, especially level seven? quite pleasantly surprised in all honesty, nearly closed the browser off on 1400 but opted to keep it open if for no other reason than to gauge numbers for future reference. here's hoping the tight saudi cunts have put their hands in their pockets by then and bought us a new player!

she's got cum glasses on. that's good enough for me.

apart from the transfers my other main recollection is the entertainment put on for the kids to give the parents a bit of a break. was a dead canny actually, small complex of little villas and some local young lasses ran a club called the snappy dragons. they'd wander around like the pied piper with a couple of dozen tots following them singing.... we're the happy dragons, happy snappy dragons, chicken peri peri, hot hot hot.

aye, and me... had to google it! just as an aside, went back to alvor in about '06, took about an hour to find the old village.

best transfer window (or whatever the fuck they were called in the olden days) you can remember? only time I ever worked night shift was a temporary job for about 9 months starting in the autumn '94. caned the overtime and along with the shift allowance was feeling particularly flush when it came to an end in may '95 me, mrs tbd and the then mini tbdette headed off for a month to the little portuguese fishing village of alvor at the beginning of june. every lunchtime I'd head off to the local shop a £1's worth of escudos in hand to buy the previous days daily mirror in a whirlwind of excitement. dur8ng that holiday we signed ferdinand, barton and ginola.

they'll be able to keep all our shite goalkeepers company.

in this country it's deemed to be a more serious offence to assault a copper than to do so to another member of the public. if we're to accept this is correct then should it not also be that a rogue copper should be dealt with more severely than a member of the public kicking and stamping on another's head? he's very clearly lost the plot as seen by his further assault on the bloke who was sitting down afterwards.

aye, i suppose it could've been an involuntary reaction, like when you get tapped on the knee with a little hammer. or it could be he's sn absolute whopping thundetcunt who'd lost the plot... bit like benjamin monk.

in fairness, gets absolutely slaughtered here by one of his own.... attamatter comes back denying that he'd actually been confrontational (if indeed the event had even took place), however rammstein is having none of this and lands killer blow with his next reply.... thing that i find the most puzzling is when the fuck did the stupid mackem cunts become fashion gurus anyway? new york, london, milan, paris, sunderland? no, never seen that before.

they've been on a steady decline since we poached gouffran from them.

apparently people are seeing an alert on their nufc accounts.... fuck all on mine!

no no mate , not at all. and aye, definitely right with the first bit.

was it definitely yesterday?

was on a knife edge with it meself too, I ended up buying a one for £37 and I'll give it this season to see if it's an improvement from last. if not im gonna chuck the towel in too. I fucking slated them in the ticketing survey I got a couple of weeks ago in the comments column at the end, I was hoping they'd contact me, but no. the amount of empty seats at the cup game at man city which PL kindly helped me out with, blew my mind a bit. there was literally hundreds in the top few rows of the third tier, they obviously have no intention of making these available to members. fuck them.

just seen this, hopefully you managed to get sorted? their website is pathetic, have had a couple of months to iron out the issues from last season but apparently on tuesday it was kicking people off once they reached their turn in the queue. sick of their fucking jigsaw puzzle shite just about every time you go on there too.

top tune there from bristol's finest too.

possibly wednesday, not sure though.