Morning. Ever woken up in a booze induced fog and thought, ‘what the feck did I do last night?’ Well on the day that we discover that Jermain Defoe has pulled out of England Squad (unusual name for a dolly bird, must be Eastern European) it has has also been revealed that team mate Charlie pulled off a daring tom foolery switch on an unwitting nightclub waiter. The Sun’s Gordon Smart, Showbiz Editor, reports that Charlie was in London’s Whiskey Mist night club when he left an unnamed waiter bewildered when he instigated the swapping of the two mens wristwatches.…
Author: Harry Hotspur
Bonsoir mange tout. Well it’s come to this then. Not that I don’t rate Brad but there ain’t a goalie in the whole wide world who’s nuffink without a good, steady and reliable back four in front of him. And thems is facts. I’m inert. I presume he’ll choose Liverpool over us anyway. Bless ‘im.This is as daft as bringing Robbo back. It somehow negates addressing the other problems. It’s lunacy. PSV, may I apologise to both you and Gomes on behalf some half-sane folk for wasting your time… What a kerfuffle, eh? Meh.
You can’t keep a good man down. That’s what she said. It has emerged from sources in Italy that the old boy is very possibly set for a return to the Premiership. Unfortunately, or fortunately dependent upon how you care to call it, it is unlikely to be to Tottingham. It’s Steve Bruce’s Sunderland who are the suggested destination. He was the frustrating player of all times. He had speed – but was fitted with a device that made him fall over the closer he got to the opposition’s penalty area. He had a hell of a shot in him…
Morning. The name Ceballos has been whizzing around the Internet and from what Guillem Balague has to say, I’d go easy on the cries of, ‘He is The Messiah – I should know, I’ve followed a few!” Physically resembling a sparrow, wheezy, weak, hunchbacked and fighting an ongoing battle with rickets the young product of the Barca Acadamy has also trained with Chelsea and they would only offer him a Reserves Contract. I exaggerate his physical disadvantages of course, but one of the reasons he will be let go is that he is slight of build. Even by Barcelona’s standards.…
News just in – well sort of – is that the stellar footballing talent that is Charlie Adam has been subject to a 60% off discount. You will recall Charlie of course for two reasons. We supposedly placed an eleventh hour comedy bid for him in the January window. I say comedy but it was actually a s funny as nailing one’s genitalia to a burning building whilst listening to Celene Dion played very, very loudly. The second reason is that he was the bloke who midway through a football match against us appeared to don an invisible Walkman and…
So was Bill Nick wrong or has the Champions League devalued the second tier tournament that is the Europa? I’ve been pondering this issue as I firmly believe that a good few Yids have not only been angered by the whole ‘IdiotGate I & II’ business, but the shortchanged feeling that the absence of Champions League football has filled their hearts. One minute they were trading bragging rights blows with the big boys, the next they’re back in their box and facing the wrong end of an 18 game tournament usually haunted by the likes of Fulham and now the…
Good morning. This piece of dedicated compiling comes courtesy of You Tuber extraordinaire twistedbutlogical. It’s really nice piece of work. Some of the goals are belters, some are screamers. There are more than a few that whizz into the old onion sack and some by contrast are more delicate in nature. Goodness me, there’s something for the entire family here.
We done ’em. But to listen to some of the natives we actually lost 1-2 and were relegated ourselves. I have listened to Arry and I have listened to the voices of discontent. I am one of those voices, to an extent. No sentient being likes being called an idiot. And as I hopefully made the point in my Gerald Ratner piece, Arry is sailing naffin’ close to the wind here. He lacks many things but good grace has now emerged as something he wouldn’t recognise if it painted itself pink, leaped out of a birthday cake and singing ‘Good…
Good evening fight fans. Sweet Surrender Sundae or something they’re calling it. To quote Derek Jameson, do they mean us? Let’s hope not, eh? With so much guano flying around the place it doesn’t take the mind of the world’s greatest analyst to work out that what we are looking for is a performance that signifies shame for previously dropped points and an array of knowing looks, man hugs and body language that sends us all off feeling confident. About something. Anything. Just don’t leave us dwelling upon a bad, bad fantasy whereby we’re being sexually interfered with by a…