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The great G-man: this thing might happen. All of Toontastic momentarily taking a break from licking windows: ERRRR WELL I DON'T THINK THO HAHA. THAT'TH NOT GUNNA HAPPEN NOW THEN ITH IT HAHAHAHA Mong city.

Craig seems very polite at the bookies.

Ere gan tak anutha phowutowuh of yer fuckun dinna marra, ya stewpud southern cunt.

Two goals disallowed and counting for Everton today.

"We got dragged into the sort of game they are looking for constantly." You got beat is what you did, you little cunt.

Your iguana's got out of the terrarium.

Twitter is a cesspit in general. NUFC twitter is all the backwards kids from school trying to string some thoughts together live on the Internet, and failing. Fortunately, Howe wouldn't know a tweet from a twunt, and will never see their drivel.

Hall and Livramento. The signings that were HEAVILY LAMENTED by some on here. And Craig Hope, the flat faced bastard. Pair of them looking like international fullbacks 18 months later.

I'd strip Hall of his MOTM award for this interview. Fuck me.

Why did CT delete the post about his new TV? Have HMRC finally caught up with him and he's cleaning house?

He'll just be dead dismissive with the interviewer. Grudging with both his praise and any sense of basic human decency.

I went to the cinema to see it. It came out in the period post parent divorce where every single Sunday we were out with my dad for Sunday lunch followed by the cinema. I saw fucking EVERYTHING at the cinema during that time. We used to run out of things to see.

The plural of us is us.

NEW ARS is the order of the day for Arteta AGAIN at SJP. His has gone again. He can have no complaints, the hairy pinhead.

It was Havertz who elbowed Burn and then claimed it was Burn's fault for being so tall, wasn't it.

Here comes Harvey Rubber Arms.

Brilliant from Gordon there.

Still no card for Partey.

I had to do a course on unconscious bias at work last week. Could do with rolling it out at PGMOL.

Somebody blow the conch. We might need Poseidon here.

He didn't see the challenge. He just saw them breaking and an Arsenal player on the floor, and just reflexively produced a card.

SHOW ME THE GLOVEYS!

Trossard looks like a heroin addict whose stumbled across a pile of tanning salon vouchers.

Blatant dive. No card.

Keown was on Lineker's podcast this week, and was a completely different bloke chatting on with him and Lineker. Relaxed, a few decent stories. He comes on these shows and he's like an Open University lecturer.