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"Ronnie Edwards, he got lone style, Ronnie Edwards, he got lone style If you try an battle im, u better come bring ya game Cos e put yah on ya ras an ting Ronnie is our king An e put yah on ya ras an ting Ronnie Edwards, he got lone style, Ronnie Edwards, he got lone style"
That show what promotes the gratuitous selling off of property into private hands? Her? Whilst there are people queuing at food banks, making a programme that encourages people to buy low and rent/sell high for yields or some such is sickening. Not personal, but that Thatcher C@nt has a lot to answer for, and the BBC exacerbating this for gluttanous speculators, for the benefit of daytime TV watching plebs is nauseating, and truly worrying. And she's a Samantha Fox tribute act by the way.... however if he is our solution to the box to box number 8 conundrum then phwooooar
Iain Dowie turned me down, on account of being named as one of the most dislikeable players and Magilton told me to erfk off or he'd drop me one on the bonce
If anyone would like a free ticket in the Paddocks for Saturday, please drop me a DM. In fact I can't attend the next three home games as I'm abroad so if any of them take your fancy, let me know. Can't give 'em away!
I always mention that aswell. Always expected us to bounce back.
Worst, I have to say was Tranmere at home circa 2001, they'd just signed Jason Price and you just knew it was going to be a sh!tshow (I played a lot of Championship Manager at the time) We were p!ss poor all game, but very late on Andy Thompson scored to level.. Cue Stuart fi'in Barlow in what seemed to be an hour after the game. I'm not sure I've ever been so despondent after a game (that maybe factually incorrect)
A vote here for Neil 'Razor' Ruddock.... hated him here, and he was a right pr!ck when back at ours with Swindon, and he was asked on 'Under the Moon' (for those that remember) and about a story about the toilets in Ellerslie Road.. made the news! And he commented "that's where that club's headed" or similar..... I also saw him on one of those crap shows on channel 5 about bailiffs or some such where they visited his home and he acted like a thug... crap footballer also imo
Does anyone else chant this in the middle of the night when they can't sleep, or is it just me? The folk of Hornsey Road will be suitably chuffed, and surely know about the exploits of our prolific Jamaican. I sent a voice message to my other half on the other side of the world tonight with the chant, I can't stop it
I'm literally just coming to terms with the emotions I felt after nearly destroying the seat in front of me (a light tap in a cacophany of aggravation! Felt right at the time). My god however, I was not prepared for that winner.... wow, just wow and wow again, shin cut, knee very bruised but wow
Rangers, at Wembley, FA Cup final, 3 o clock on a warm May, Saturday afternoon... an 80 plus minute winner from whoever and then straight back to the green for tins and singing.. waking up in Monday morning somewhere, who cares where.
Waking with a sore head but "Summer Breeze" by the Isley Brothers wafting in the breeze from car at the lights... then off to Arthur's in Kensal Rise for a full English
Totally agree. A big problem as I've commented on before is Varane, thinking he's playing el classico every week, asking for fouls when they dont exist, strolling around not committing to anything whatsoever. We've been dreadful, absolutely dreadful.... absolutely dreadful
Terry McFlynns, now long-since closed down Irish pub on Walm Lane, Willesden Green, opened in 1995. Serving the finest Steak and Guinness Pie and Sausages, Mash, Peas and gravy (in a large Yorkshire Pudding), with tv screens all over the gaff, including on the beer pumps (on an aside, does anyone remember when that was a thing? I'm pretty sure the Quays on Holloway Road had screens in the urinals and I once took a slash in Wayne Rooney's face circa 2004?).
Ably not assisted by Mick Hucknall aka. Jonathan Varane, who literally gave up on trying and attempting any form of defensive nous as he had just run another 10 yards... then waved his arms aloft like someone else's issue. .. "and I love the thought of coming home to you..." baller indeed...
Did you actually watch the game??? I mean did you witness Varane, hiding in plain sight, always, like literally all the time..? Like there was a game going on and every time a defender tried to look for a pass, our resident Mick Hucknall hid from everything? "Pleasure at the fairground" etc etc... a total waste of space. If your center half has the audacity to try amd instigate aometjk other than passing it sideways and backwards, then at least try, just attempt, even a little bit, to cover them? I mean, at least attempt something surely....baller indeed
Varane is "Pleasure at the fairground", absolutely no awareness of anything, coasting is a stretch, the guy lives inside his own head. Literally coasts and hides.... the Mick Hucknall of footballers... "pleasure at the fairground on the way.... and I love the thought...." etc etc... baller however (or some such)
What about Yoanne Barbet sizing one up from 25 yards and Tony Roberts in goal across the channel near Dieppe? I'd have a lot more confidence in that scenario.
Isn't that the same team that the sly sports, commercially inspired super team beat a few months ago? A game of too many confusing rules, which is complete nonsense. I have said it before and I'll say it again..
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