As the news comes down the wire that the Terry family’s dynasty of disgrace continues a pace. John Terry’s brother, Paul Terry has triggered the suicide of a former team mate who’s wife was dumb enough ‘sleep’ with the unbelievably mong faced chav.
And as it’s quite likely that the Balckpool game may well be called off if the Met Office have got it right, let’s kill a while and name the ne’er-do-wells. As John Lydon so rightly said, Anger Is An Energy
Here are just some of mine.
John Terry – The Cadmeister General . Jason Dozzel – crack head. Alan Shearer – elbow wholesaling baldy idiot. Bryan Robson – useless gambling drunk. G. Neville -a face only a Heroin dealer could love. Nasri – his dentist is a vet. Tony Adams – alround addict & village idiot extraordinaire. Perry Groves – Ginger prat. Ray Parlour – Learned to speak listening to Harold Steptoe.
Please do share yours.
Ricardo Fuller and Kevin Doyle for absolutely no rational reason that I can think of.
Howard’s Webb’s parents for actually breeding the spot-betting spunk gobbler
http://amplicate.com/hate/howard-webb
rest my case…
And 7 fingers Charlie George because his wife called me a cad out of her bedroom window once.
She was obviously lonely.
Noel Cantwell. That useless excuse for a human being who never went for the ball before the man and almost put the real Mackay out of the game.
Here’s the great man’s view:
“People refer to ‘when I broke my leg’. As far as I am concerned, I did not break my leg. Intentionally or unintentionally, Noel Cantwell broke my leg. I don’t think Cant (as I preferred to call him after that night) was anywhere near the ball. He may not have set out to break a bone, but that was the end result.”