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The Special Needs One said that the result was 'unfair'. Fact is that if Eddie Howe was in charge of the filth and Moronho was in charge of Bournemouth then the result would have been very very different. Loving every minute of watching that shower of sh1t suffer each week. Now the cherry on the cake will be to see Porto stuff them on Wednesday. A bit more Thursday night footie will really ruin their season.
Excuses, excuses from the oily drivelling one. It appears he spends much of his time pandering to his lap dog sporting media friends for sympathy, he has seemingly forgotten he has a side to manage. Not that I'm worried about that, long may they fester and teams like Bournemouth show them up for what they really are. A bunch of gutless, deluded turds followed by hordes of plastic, deluded Johnny Come Lately turncoats.
To all and sundry of AFC Bournemouth today. We salute you.
There aint half been some clever bastards.
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Get in Bournemouth! on 22:08 - Dec 5 with 2458 views
May I also recommend to you gentlemen the "Daily Chelsea" video on the Chelsea Fans Channel on YouTube. "Your won shtop shop for awl fings Chewlsea". Absolute fcking hysterical hilarity.
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Get in Bournemouth! on 00:46 - Dec 6 with 2223 views
May I also recommend to you gentlemen the "Daily Chelsea" video on the Chelsea Fans Channel on YouTube. "Your won shtop shop for awl fings Chewlsea". Absolute fcking hysterical hilarity.
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The presenter looks like Napoleon Dynamites brother..
Occasional providers of half decent House music.
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Get in Bournemouth! on 01:51 - Dec 6 with 2179 views
May I also recommend to you gentlemen the "Daily Chelsea" video on the Chelsea Fans Channel on YouTube. "Your won shtop shop for awl fings Chewlsea". Absolute fcking hysterical hilarity.
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About Carneiro taking legal action against Crybaby -- "..the last thing Chelsea need right now!" Bwaahaaahaaa
Scrappy Underdogs Chelsea Show Heart, But Can't Beat Bournemouth
15th place Chelsea almost scored an upset against fellow lower table side Bournemouth today, but they couldn’t handle Glenn Murray on this corner. They are a mere three points out of the relegation zone, but this ramshackle band of underdogs looks like they’ll be able to stay up and ensure safety. What an inspirational story that would be!
Their next fixture is against league leaders Leicester City, a team with more than twice as many points as Chelsea. Can fragile, scrappy Chelsea play up to the lofty standards of a big club like Leicester?
unfair, lol!!! gotta love jose, any excuse for his failures, it's his team, champs and all and WE know just how shite this lot are, were and will be again, any chelsea defeat and the world ends, chasing refs, court cases, bullets in the post, surrounding refs, diving, cheating, kicking ball boys it never stops....long may their defeats continue. this season they have replaced peter kay as my laughter therapy lol
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Get in Bournemouth! on 10:52 - Dec 6 with 1982 views
We too know the pain and crushing feeling of helplessness as yet another goal is slammed past a static back four and hapless keeper. The recriminations. The rage. The apoplectic meltdown of message boards as multiple threads screaming soundlessly across the Web unleash the bile and hatred of a million broken souls. The jeers and schadenfreude of colleagues and friends as they make jokes that feel like broken glass in an open wound and yet one is bound, impotent to react as it was, after all, only 'a bit of banter'. Damned to suffer, you gather up the shards of your dignity and smile, though even this simple action, repeated a thousand times, rips fresh holes through the fabric of your confidence, stretched thin by the thoughtless actions of pampered millionaires who neither know you not care for your agony. This action, once a celebration of the team's prowess, is now a betrayer, an emotional Judas that sells you out for a kiss.
We know.
We understand.
Now it's YOUR turn, you cunce. Your pain is sweet nectar to my soul. You are all cordially invited to each insert your blue flag, roughly, into your rectal cavity and swivel thereupon.
'What do we want? We don't know! When do we want it? Now!'
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Get in Bournemouth! on 18:43 - Dec 6 with 1633 views
We too know the pain and crushing feeling of helplessness as yet another goal is slammed past a static back four and hapless keeper. The recriminations. The rage. The apoplectic meltdown of message boards as multiple threads screaming soundlessly across the Web unleash the bile and hatred of a million broken souls. The jeers and schadenfreude of colleagues and friends as they make jokes that feel like broken glass in an open wound and yet one is bound, impotent to react as it was, after all, only 'a bit of banter'. Damned to suffer, you gather up the shards of your dignity and smile, though even this simple action, repeated a thousand times, rips fresh holes through the fabric of your confidence, stretched thin by the thoughtless actions of pampered millionaires who neither know you not care for your agony. This action, once a celebration of the team's prowess, is now a betrayer, an emotional Judas that sells you out for a kiss.
We know.
We understand.
Now it's YOUR turn, you cunce. Your pain is sweet nectar to my soul. You are all cordially invited to each insert your blue flag, roughly, into your rectal cavity and swivel thereupon.
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Get in Bournemouth! on 21:25 - Dec 6 with 1543 views
We too know the pain and crushing feeling of helplessness as yet another goal is slammed past a static back four and hapless keeper. The recriminations. The rage. The apoplectic meltdown of message boards as multiple threads screaming soundlessly across the Web unleash the bile and hatred of a million broken souls. The jeers and schadenfreude of colleagues and friends as they make jokes that feel like broken glass in an open wound and yet one is bound, impotent to react as it was, after all, only 'a bit of banter'. Damned to suffer, you gather up the shards of your dignity and smile, though even this simple action, repeated a thousand times, rips fresh holes through the fabric of your confidence, stretched thin by the thoughtless actions of pampered millionaires who neither know you not care for your agony. This action, once a celebration of the team's prowess, is now a betrayer, an emotional Judas that sells you out for a kiss.
We know.
We understand.
Now it's YOUR turn, you cunce. Your pain is sweet nectar to my soul. You are all cordially invited to each insert your blue flag, roughly, into your rectal cavity and swivel thereupon.
yep. that just about sums it up.
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Get in Bournemouth! on 22:11 - Dec 6 with 1495 views
He looks more terrified than sad in that vid. I wonder if Abramovich has told him he's dead unless there is a turnaround? Prob has some KGB mates who will do a number on him.
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