Wotcha.
A continental feel to this evening’s offerings/floor sweepings from a transfer window so insipid looking thus far you could put it in an off the peg suit and call it a Labour MP.
Gregory van der Wiel’s name is also in the frame courtesy of Tuttermercatoweb who don’t say much which is a tactic I might learn from, but what they do say smacks a little too much of our good name being dragged into a wage enhancing fight. Valencia are keen, certainly keen enough to have already bid. But their £8m bid was rejected about a week ago.
Croatian Eduard Husinec has joined us via Real Madrid on a trial The Independent and I call already hear the happy clappers wanting to see this 17yr old come on against City and score the winner with a full nelson triple half pike bicycle kick.
El Omar Kaddour’s name pops up on this wretched Euro Radar I bought in an equally wretched Pound Shop this morning. Voetbal Primeur say that both us and the Woolwich Wanderers are interested in this chap. The news from the Dutch ends with a salutary warning that the President of Brescia would be expecting at least €5m put in his bin in return for the 21 midfielder. He might be worth about a fifth of that.
If we do not sign someone today, I will resort to the bottle
There is a real dearth of specualtive crap around – why have ITKs gone into hiding – may be they are twitchers?
Your wine cellar is legendary. And your Burger van should be michelin starred.
It’s got michelin tyres, will that do??
Yes I’ve noticed that the ITKs are AWOL this year. Still bruised from the last window fiasco obviously. Even the normally gushing sewer outlet that is SC has resorted to opinion pieces. “I should think” and “We’ll probably…” are phrases much in evidence this window. Not what you want at all. When they’re in full flow they make me feel dirty for wanting more – but as long as they exude confidence I’ll always go back no matter how unlikely their gossip is. Stockholm Syndrome the politicos call it. I call it filthy slutty credulence. We all have our weaknesses. Mine is the little voice that says: “yes… but remember Klinnsman…” Where is POTL? I need him to talk colours to me. Tease me, tease me, tease me you dirty lying little spectral toad…
I have to confess I simply cannot figure out the meaning of the acronym POTL. Will someone enlighten me, please? Ta!
Phantom of the Lane
Prat of the Lane? Puts out the lies?
Given our general crapness at set pieces, we could do an awful lot worse than this fella:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdO733POGDY&feature=player_embedded#!
He’s big! He’s strong! He has a rather unique goal celebration:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNMDOU20D7M
From a Striker Defoe who cant get a game because of a midfielder who his called a striker sat behind a striker Van bad legs. R.i.P. Bob and can i have a P.