BOOOOOOOO! Look at us, helping to make bad history for someone else! BOOOOOOOOO!
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Hot-haired wokester with a pleasing gait. “One of the best kisses I’ve ever had” - anon. He/him. Deal with it, y’fuckin plum.
The number of times we play ourselves into trouble with those stupid “roll it back to Pickford” free kicks… if his distribution is that good, just let him take it without the pressure of players bearing down on him. also @jay3d1.bsky.social has blocked me. Never heard of them.
Barry never just gambles and sprints into space when we know the ball is going to get lumped forward. And Tarkowski is a proper panic merchant with the ball at his feet.
I’m wearing a T-shirt today with one of my favorite prints I’ve ever done
Yes, I am cooking another vat of ragu, since you asked. And I’ll be putting the delicious wine you brought right into it. No honestly, I always do that.
Colin From Accounts. Desperately wanted its final season to be brilliant. It wasn’t. It was funny in parts, limp in others, but a genuinely lovely ending that made it just about worthwhile.
I was “casting” my laptop to my telly earlier, and there was another TV showing as an option to cast to. So I picked that one. So someone in the immediate vicinity will have seen Jodie playing mind games with Bethany in today’s Corrie. Reminds me of the early days of Bluetooth, when you could send
Sweet Jesus! You think you know a voice and then it blows apart a rock classic in spectacular fashion. Country singer Avery Anna demolishing (in the very best way) No More Tears. If you don’t like this then yes, your arse DOES look fat in that. youtu.be/uXtT7QywkVA?...
Avery Anna - No More Tears Slowdown Omaha
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A right back at right back, a right winger at right wing, an attacking midfielder attacking. This is what happens when the round pegs go in the round holes.
Player with history of crying wolf gets upset when he gets a sneaky stud through his ankle. Arf!
Identikit performance. Doesn’t matter who starts or who the opponents are - keep it tight, try to nick something on the break. This is shite. Far from the worst performance, but it’s just going through the motions. Sideways, sideways, back, chip into the channel, Barry jumps, loses out, start again.
Just letting you all know that we are knocking shit out of Y’nahted today. 4-0.
Like, we’ve sold N’Diaye just in time to be too late to make Djed Spence part of the deal. Might not have been your favourite right back, but he remains a right back. As a club - and I don’t know how this has happened, but it has - we’ve managed to industrialise “ooooh, nearly!” as a “philosophy”.
There are simply not enough words to describe just how small this club thinks. “They loved Rooney! Get him back! Even though he’s shite! They loved Moyes! Get him back! Even though… They loved Richarlison! Get…” Just fuck off, Everton. You basic thinking bellends. Just fuck off.
A lad from our cricket club took his life on Wednesday. No warning signs. 18 years of age. Threw himself off a balcony. Just talk, lads. It’s never that bad.
Not trying to be a dick, probs succeeding regardless, but this is exactly how private equity firms behave. They put a bit in and they take more out. They’re not the same as traditional owners, for whom clubs were often a vanity project. These people will squeeze us for everything they can.
The Hackney kid has got a bit of an Anders Limpar head. Also, go’ead The Accies.
Referee’s done well there, to talk Van Dijk into accepting his offside call. Loving the boooooos from the Anfield faithful who, just like the SovCitz, don’t seem to think that rules they don’t like should apply to them.
This Kerkez character has got a really weird body shape. Like he’s a bloke wearing someone else as a suit.