Guten Abend.
I have been asked to communicate this visual image to my readership as a matter of some considerable urgency. This is a task I do not undertake lightly. If you are able to name the individual at the very heart of this criminal conundrum, all to the good…
…If you can supply a really funny caption, I’ll mail you some very fine cheese.
Our injuries: just stinking bad luck. Vedran, Krank, and Sandro were injured playing for their countries; nothing to do with our medical staff. It’s just Spurs, it’ll always be like that.
Sandro didn’t come on because he was carrying an injury, even though he was on the bench. Dead keen to play but the manager wouldn’t risk him. A kind of Reverse Tevez.
May be you are right. But, it’s not whether the injury occurred in the PL or on international duty, it’s the fact that it occurred at all. Citeh have players on international duty, too, and their roster is injury free.
my caption -” Dyslexic BAE asked to like police on facebook to improve community relations”
Yes, it’s not about Spurs, but it continues the theme of yesterday, regarding Shitteh’s oil-stained resurgence, and it’s brilliantly entertaining…
“Yes, the oil-splattering mercenary beast strutted into Old Trafford and slaughtered the inexcusably meek opposition. With each scything motion this dread-creature carved through the rotund centre of Anderson, the sickly Evans fell weakly to the turf, haplessly tugging a muscular arm. The confused Ferdinand never deigned to simply clear a ball into vulgar touch – why do so when it creates so many more possibilities just to smash it straight up in the air and see where it falls? Evra chose to explore all areas – except the one he was supposed to defend.
The monster was rampant. As United attempted to stand, they were floored constantly as the oil-filled Frankenstein of football showed contempt for their naive arrogance to think that defending his blows was not necessary.
Old Trafford sits quiet now..in the shadow of a blue moon. The theatre of dreams is a broken mausoleum of crushed egos and spirit. Then the dawn will break..bringing a clarifying light, renewing once again the battlefield that has hosted such glories as Edwards, Best, Law, Charlton, Robson, Cantona, Keane, Ronaldo, Scholes…and she will embrace us once again..And as the sated beast sleeps in his oily lair upon a bed of soiled banknotes, gorged on the blood of the slain, the seeds of his downfall are carefully sown.”
Brilliant.