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Has to be Ged Brennan.
Collor up. Ronseal tan. Pointing where everyone else had to run to.
Alan Mc is A good shout.
Also, excluding a great free-kick (Bristol City away I think) Peter Kennedy!Those 3 actually played as a midfield 3 at Brighton away. Andy Liddell went off injured cos he ran into a sandpit!! Longest journey home ever as a Ticsmon.
You two are quite hard aren’t you?
All hail bickymon and loudmouthblue
The initials jr are in mind here, hmmmmm
Two Mexicans are stuck in the desert after crossing into the United States , wandering aimlessly and starving. They are about to just lie down and wait for death, when all of a sudden Luis says………
“Hey Pepe, do you smell what I smell. Ees bacon, I theenk.”
“Si, Luis, eet sure smells like bacon. ”
With renewed hope they struggle up the next sand dune, & there, in the distance, is a tree loaded with bacon.
There’s raw bacon, there’s fried bacon, back bacon, double smoked bacon … every imaginable kind of cured pork.
“Pepe, Pepe, we ees saved. Ees a bacon tree.”
“Luis, maybe ees a meerage? We ees in the desert don’t forget.”
“Pepe, since when deed you ever hear of a meerage that smell like bacon…ees no meerage, ees a bacon tree.”
And with that, Luis staggers towards the tree. He gets to within 5 metres, Pepe crawling close behind, when suddenly a machine gun opens up, and Luis drops like a wet sock. Mortally wounded, he warns Pepe with his dying breath,
“Pepe… go back man, you was right, ees not a bacon tree!”
“Luis, Luis mi amigo… what ees it? ”
“Pepe.. ees not a bacon tree. Ees
Ees
Ees
Ees
Ees a ham bush…..”
A man named Ralph appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.
“Have you ever done anything of particular merit?” St.Peter asked.
“Well, I can think of one thing,” the man offered. “Once, on a trip to the Brecon Beacons in South Wales , I came upon a gang of bikers, who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn’t listen. So, I approached the largest and most heavily-tattooed biker and smacked him in his face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring and threw it on the ground, yelling “Now, back off or I’ll kick the sh1t out of all of you!”
St. Peter was impressed, “When did this happen?”
“Just a couple minutes ago”.