Good morning.
Rumour has it we’re playing football against a shower of odd looking mercenaries tomorrow afternoon. If was a beauty contest they’d win second prize and collect £10.
Bobby Manc and Arry have had a little bit of handbags which is nice. Arry essentially suggesting that a partially sighted octogenarian lolly pop lady could win the league with Manchester City’s money. A surreal conversation given that the manager of Colchester United probably says the same about us.
The team then. My guess is that Ledders is being defrosted by Levy & Co’s Cryogenic team as we speak. Here’s my XI:
Brad, A&E, King, Kaboul, Walker, Chicken Badge, PNB, Bale, Azza Blud, vdV and Defoe. Bench: Cudicini, Pav, Livermore and Dos Santos.
I’d give Defoe until half time and not a nano second longer. In the immortal words of Raymond Wilkins, you need to score goals in the Premier League.
Joe Jordan is polishing his gnashers and is fully prepared to leave Mancini with stumps if he starts waving any cards. Benoit Assou Ekotto is lol’ing in advance (not that he knows who we are playing or where – “zees ah only deetalz”) and God is in his heaven laughing at the billionaire boys club about to get smashed by the Humble Lillywhites from N17. COYS!
Polishing his gnashers, he’s got spares mate, loads of ’em
I can’t sleep for two reasons: the anticipation of tomorrows game + i’ve run out of Diazepam and Famous Grouse………if only i had a bottle of whiskypiss at hand ;-)
Drive safely and remember, if ya can’t be good be careful :daumen:
Thanks Billy, or as Bagpuss once uttered..G’night chil’ren
Jordan Rhodes scored again today……..just sayin
Although it feels good, worry a lil’ bout missing Adrian upfront.. Anyway, 1-2 would be nice, eehh :-)
If we actually care to look beyond the guff that currently surrounds the name of Manchester City, we’ll see that their back four today will consist of Richards (good), Savic, Lescott and Clichy (all average at best) and their two holding midfielders will be Milner and Barry (who’d be fifth and sixth choice midfieldes at best if they were Spurs players).
There is absolutely nothing to fear there.
Come the facky Spurs!