Respec. Innit.
Proof that this blog blossoms purely upon the unhinged content of its troubled/gifted (delete as appropriate) readership was proved in the last competition. I asked you – forgive me – naively suggest you email me your solutions as to the pixelated players and I get not one correct email but every possible comedy trio of random names imaginable.
‘Des O’Conner, Michael Barrymore & Liam Brady’ Aitch. Don’t worry about the tee shirt, just send a shoulder of Tesco Scotch.’
So here is today’s opportunity of a lifetime to win a tee that is actually outselling the Sepp Blagger one. The prize (not that many of you bar stewards care :-p ) is HERE.
What was Bondy saying? What was Scotty saying back? What where the others thinking? Oooh the pissabolities.
Ade: “But Boss, I was up for it….”
KB: “Shut up Ade. Scott, that sort of behaviour is unacceptable on the pitch. Go and see ‘Arry,”
“Oi Scot go wash Ade’s elephant, his Dad looks tired”
Townsend: Sir, Sir, Mr Parker just slapped me!!
Parker: I thought Lewis here had nicked me parking space, some muppets gone and parked their tricked out Tranist in it, don’t they know who I am?!
Bond: Oi Scotty, don’t slap the boy Townsend he’s only a kid, he can’t help the fact he ALSO plays out on the wing and CAN’T cross a ball to save his career. And that Transits ‘Arrys, he just got back from his weekend booze cruise with Joe, now get your arse over there and have a look cos ‘Arrys picked up a load of Arntmani wallets CHEAP off Willy G’s brother
It’s five a side and then a greasy lunch with extra ketchup, then more five a side, anymore talk of tactics and you are out!
Hey Scott look over there, ‘arry’s got You lunch
or
The showers are that way son, We have a higher standard of hygiene here at spurs.