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B******* to that Micky, I’d just let most of them go on a free.
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Fair point fella………………fair point.
If only the same could apply to supporters.What a marvelous, radical concept that could turn out to be griff…….
……..especially if we could extend it to posters on message boards. We could loan them to other boards, bring in some ‘big hitters’ with positive spin, develop a youth policy where the youngsters could be mentored. There must be other ideas.
Crikey!…………………January couldn’t come quick enough for me with some of the clowns that have posted on here.
My opinion of ‘good football’ is basically anything that gets you a win. As a player myself, and later a manager, I was always open to changing styles, depending on opposition and the situation. I always thought, and said, that the aim should be to get that ball in the box as much as possible. As a player, I played as a defensive midfielder/centre back. We played 4-4-2 and had two fast wingers. I used to say to them before games “when I get the ball, get ready to go” and basically, every time I got the ball, I launched a diagnal ball, aiming for the corner of the penalty area, with back-spin on. The winger would get on it, cross the ball. and more often than not we’d score. Simple.Blimey………………you know I thought you reminded me of someone I once saw at the cinema. Is this based on your exploits VAT.
A salesman goes up to a house in Durham Street and knocks on the front door. It’s opened by a little ten year-old boy who has a lighted cigar in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other and a Penthouse magazine tucked under his arm.
Salesman: “Hello son. Is your mum or dad home ?”
Little boy: “What the ***** do you think?”
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It is near the end of the school term, Christmas is almost here and there is really nothing to do. All the kids are restless because there is nothing to do and it is nearing the end of the day.
The teacher says, “Whoever answers the questions I ask first and
correctly can leave early today.” Little Johnny says to himself, “Good, I want to get outta here. I’m smart and will answer the question”.The teacher asked, “Who said ‘Four Score and Seven Years Ago’?” Before
Johnny could open his mouth, Susie said, “That American President Abraham Lincoln”. The teacher
said, “That’s right Susie. You can go”. Johnny was MAD. Susie answered
first.Keeping with the American theme the teacher asked, “Who said, ‘I Have a Dream’?” Before Johnny could open his mouth, Mary said, “Martin Luther King”. The teacher said, “That’s right Mary. You can go”. Johnny was even MADDER than before. Mary answered first.
“Good I’ll keep to American Presidents” she thought then asked, “Who said ‘Ask not, what your country can do for
you’?” Before Johnny could open his mouth, Nancy said, “John Kennedy”. The teacher said, “That’s right Nancy. You can go”. Johnny was OFF HIS ROCKER. Nancy answered first.Then the teacher turned her back, and Johnny said, “I wish these b**ches would keep their mouths shut”.
The teacher asked, “WHO SAID THAT?”
Johnny said, “TIGER WOODS! CAN I GO NOW?”
PS How is your profiling going Micky? – I ride a Hayabusa as well !!!You, Sir, have the memory of an elephant and, some might say……….other similar attributes, however, I still believe that to be folklore. I too am reminded of a famous quote, as Michelangelo once said…….
…………..” Genius is eternal patience.”
Good to hear, at last, some positive spin and not very surprising coming from you Mr Owd. Not often you visit but when you do it is, as always, well worth the wait……….profound words indeed Sir and as a wine aficionado myself I empathise with your reasoning prowess, sometimes taking it with a much slower, gentile sport (a little willow and leather).
PS. My road time isn’t what it used to be……..Mrs Micky has hidden my ‘Steppenwolf’ LP
I wonder what the C stands for !! Answers please on a post card !! I would hazard a guess as it is something that I was in when my banjo string split !! ha ha ha
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“Can’tbesameasmine”?
A woman from Bolton is about to get married, her mum says “Beverly you do realise when your married your husband will wanna stick his most prized thing into where you pee?” Daughter replies “Shut up Ma how the hell is he gonna fit his Transit van in the sink!”
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if we lost in the champions league final on penalties the dicks on here would find something to moan about.
Too right, it should never have got to penalties in the first place and Kirkland’s back wouldn’t hold up to it anyway :roll: [/quote]
It’s allright for you Griff, look how much money I’ve spent getting there knowing about his dodgy back……….and living in substandard accommodation all the while………using up my valuable holiday time; time I could have saved for a skiing holiday in France and also taking whatsisnames tip about us winning and adding it to my 14 way accumilator.
I’ll never go to another Champions League final with Wigan again.
I’m out thousands already……… :roll:
Sorry if you’ve heard this before…….still make me chuckle
Alex Ferguson flies to Baghdad to watch a young Iraqi play football,
and is suitably impressed and arranges for him to come over to
England.Two weeks later United are 4-0 down to City with only 20 minutes left.
The Manager gives the young Iraqi striker the nod, and on he goes.
The lad is a sensation and scores 5 goals in 20 minutes and wins the
game for United.The fans are delighted, the players and coaches are delighted and the
media love the new star.When the player comes off the pitch, he phones his Mum to tell her
about his first day in Premiership football.‘Hello Mum, guess what?’ he says.
‘I played for 20 minutes today, we were 4-0 down but I scored 5 and we
won. Everybody loves me ˆ the fans, the media they all love me’.‘Wonderful’, says his Mum, ‘let me tell you about my day.
Your father got shot in the street and robbed; your sister and I were
ambushed; gang raped and beaten and your brother has joined a gang of
looters; and all the while you were having such a great time’.The young lad is very upset.
‘What can I say Mum, except that I am very sorry?’
‘Sorry?!!! Sorry?!!! Sorry?!!!’ explodes his Mum.
‘It’s your bloody fault we moved to Manchester in the first place’!! :shock:
Some more daily groans for you………..(in a Tommy Cooper voice)
My wife phoned me just before the show, and she said, “I’ve got water in the carburettor.” I said, “where’s the car?” she said, “in the river.”
I went to the dentists, he said “my teeth are all right but my gums have gotta come out
I backed a horse today, 20 to 1… came in at 20 past 4.
He was so late coming in, he had to tip-toe back to the stables. The Jockey kept hitting him with the whip and the horse said to him “what are you doing that for, there’s nobody behind us.
Oh, what a day I’ve had… I went to see the doctor today, I had to he’s ill. And he said to me “can I help you?” and I said “Yes, I keep dreaming these beautiful girls keep coming towards me and I keep pushing them away… these beautiful girls keep coming towards me and I keep pushing them away.” So he said “what do you want me to do?” and I said “break me arms.
saw this girl across the room. I cocked one eye at her, she cocked one eye at me. There we stood, cock-eyed.
Doctor, I can’t pronounce my F’s, T’s and H’s. “Well you can’t say fairer than that then”.
I was cleaning out the attic the other day with the wife. Filthy, dirty and covered with cobwebs…. but she’s good with the kids….
I slept like a log last night. I woke up in a fireplace…..
A blind bloke walks into a shop with a guide dog. He picks the dog up and starts swinging it around his head. Alarmed, a shop assistant calls out: ‘Can I help, sir?’ ‘No thanks,’ says the blind bloke. ‘Just looking.’
Last night I slept like a baby. I woke up three times, wet myself twice and cried myself back to sleep each time.
I came home one night and my wife was crying. I said “what’s wrong? She said “I’m home sick.” I said “This is your home.” She said “Yes and I’m sick of it”
My wife had a go at me last night She said “You’ll drive me to my grave”. “I had the car out in thirty seconds”
I went up into the attic and found a Stradivarius and a Rembrandt. Unfortunately Stradivarius was a terrible painter and Rembrandt made lousy violins.
One year I got a bike for my birthday. So I went peddling off down the road and knocked an old lady down. “Can’t you ring your bell?” She said “I can ring my bell,” I said “But I can’t ride my bike”
