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If you havenāt learnt how to control a football by the time youāre 20 will you ever? I thought it was a basic requisite of being a professional football player. Controlling a football should be second nature by the time youāre knocking on the door of the first team. The next step up is doing it consistently in the heat of the battle. Or am I being harsh?
First time Iāve seen the highlights. Never a penalty and Saitoās miss not as easy a chance as some are making out. Yes we should have taken the game more to 10 men but from the meagre highlights this was an away game against a top six side where we had a depleted first XI but were still unlucky to come away pointless. Yet still the chicken-lickens come out for a cluck.
My dad was a postie in the 70s & 80s based in the big West Central depot on New Oxford Street. The stories heād tell me of the high jinks they got up to. There was an underground postal railway - a sort of Indiana Jones type unmanned track running from Paddington to Whitechapel with a few stops in between. The casket type carriages would be full of letters and parcels for each sorting office. Now and then then the train would arrive with a furious banging and shouting from within one of the carriages. On opening there would be a terrified ashen-faced newbie or temp. After clambering out of the casket they would be taken to the cafe for a recuperating cup of tea or even to the bar for something stronger. Sometimes instead of this they would be greeted with a cheery āNext stop Mount Pleasantā the casket doors would be closed again and on they went. I expect the health and safety killjoys have put a stop to this innocent fun by now.
Iāve always wanted to go on the Dragonsās Den to see if any one would buy into a range of condoms named after Scottish football clubs. I give you ā¦
The Buckie Thistle The Heart of Midlothian The Bonnyrigg Rose The Motherwell The Clachnacuddin The Civil Service Stroller Keith The Gala Fairydean The Queen of the South The Inverurie Loco Works FC
For the love of god I beg of you please lock this thread. You see I sleepily clicked on it by mistake this morning and then blow me I again sleepily clicked on one of the links therewithin and still in the hope of perhaps hearing a Michi Frey injury update all I see/hear are swinging sixties beat combo songs and not a dicky bird on a twisted Swiss calf muscle, a groin strain, or even a glass onion. Whereās the QPR news? Nowhere, man!
Anyway since you ask and in no particular order (order!):
Back In The USSR ā¦ which is where Trump will end up when heās busted. Who you calling an Anthony Blunt she said she said.
Sun King? more like Sun Lamp King. The state of the fcukerās boat. Like an anorexic supermodelās been force-fed exotic Soleros for a week then shat her watery excreta all over his already repulsive boko. My sweet Lord!
The Fool on the hill? The Fool on Capitol Hill more like. I could go on but I donāt want to spoil the party. I should have known better than to bang on about Mean Mr Mustard Face here there and everywhere. Girl, Iām sure we can work it out but for now good day sunshine. Hello? Goodbye!
Give me love, give me hope, give me peace on Earth šš¼ The End