Monkeys Fist

Aye, the sausage looks ok though.

No.

Can you send me a fax with the frequency?

Oh!

Runaway victory.

I tell inanimate objects to fuck off. Regularly.

Not guilty.

Word is he’s already spent it on Star Wars Lego and Pokémon cards.

Have a word with Agent Lynch- call train strikes on the play-off days. Occupy all parking near Wembley. Drain the fountains.

Gravyiola soothing his pre-match nerves

I think it’s known as a daisy chain these days.

It’s vital to have the correct sized ring.

If this bloke turns around you still won’t see his head.

The daft twat would probably end up in Belarus- “Where’s the stayngdium at?”

sunderland draw Arsenal in the FA cup, and a few days before the game Luke Onion or whatever he’s called says “ Eeya, marras, I reckon I can beayt theese on me own” Whoever their manger is that week says ” Crack on marra, we’ll see you in the pub after” 10 minutes after kick off the rest of the team get a fax saying Onion is winning 1-0 65th minute, another fax tells them it’s 1-1 Full time, the match stays at 1-1, and Onion walks in the pub distraught. “What’s the marra, Marra?” ” I got sent off after 20 minutes!” FTM , Imagine, etc.

How are these lads related to it? Edit; https://football-italia.net/minister-for-sport-apologises-to-vlahovic-after-racist-abuse/ I find it shocking that Italian football is having problems with racism.…

Jazz Hans.

What’s the context here?

Das ist ein bisschen unwohltätig

Mackem behaviour that mind.

I’m referring to Allardyce as Gravyiola from here on in.