Howmanheyman

Gets back to his old home town and the nostalgia almost overwhelms him, he takes a deep breath and shouts out unashamedly to all who can hear him..... "Int Burnleh BRILLIANT!!!" Half an hour later...... ......When's the flight back to New Zealand, again, love?"

I just went around the town with mates, no daft costumes or anything, (well, dress sense might've been iffy on a few but that was normal) the only lasting medical effect I suffered from and still do at times is a painful headache brought on by the missus finding out and occasionally mentioning the stripper my mates hired on the sly who got naked and pulled my Steve McQueens down and spanked my arse in the club before we went over to the town. First pint as well, damned if you go along, damned if you don't!* * Of course I went along, I'm not some type of accountant or something.

It's not surprising, he doesn't play for one of the clubs who must not be ignored.

One of them was merely good looking and fit, another was an actual goddess. Had to do some high level covert shit as they tried to walk around with cunts getting in their way making sure to avoid the missus clocking me.

It wasn't just me, you tell others couldn't believe how much hard work they were making, one of them shoehorned a fucking scooter up above and later on as we were getting up I caught it mid air as it fell out and was going to land on someone, got zero thanks so I just should've let it hit the target. Cunts.

FYP Honestly, nothing to do with religion at all, they were just unbelievably disruptive, they're lucky it wasn't Geordie lasses as stewards and not really nice, very cute Cypriot/greek lasses as they might've ended up meeting Cypriot plod on arrival. The sense of entitlement was Liverpool/Man U levels. The mackem? Say no more, mackem is as mackem does.

Sitting on little balcony in Pegia last night, sipping vino by this time, watching the sun sink into the Med. I experienced something negative I never have before on the flight over here plus something I absolutely have experienced before. There was a party of scattered orthodox (I'm guessing?) Jews on the plane, some of which had young kids, first time I've ever been in close proximity to them but the they were absolutely chaotic, constantly moving around or splitting up a young family, up and down all flight moving things around the storage space, getting stuff out, putting stuff back, getting it out again, because they were moving all over the seats their stuff would be in different overhead compartments, a couple who shifted the young Cypriot family took their three seats, most of the time he was trying to sleep not giving one ounce of a fuck of his young kids on the seats adjacent making a right fucking mess, the mother sat with them for a bit then moved next to hubby decided she should have a kip too so two young bairns are climbing around, making a mess and some poor cunt was sat next to their bairns at the window seat having to pick things up when he went to the toilet, the stewardesses warned them, not just them but the rest who took zero notice of the seatbelt announcements when they came up throughout the flight. On landing the elder for want of a better word was trying to get everyone to sit at their designated seats and the poor lasses were demented trying to get them to sit down. What a bunch of cunts these were, it doesn't just take boisterous, sweary louts to ruin things, these were unreal. And the diarrhoea sauce to accompany the Jewish travellers was a fifty something 'new' couple, (you could tell) behind us with some poor old cockney wife sitting next to them, she was a 'sand dancer' she told the cockney from South Shields and wasn't too bad but she told the woman her irritating cunt of a partner whose patter reeked of 'look at me, I'm a great bloke, like me, please) was from (roll drums) do I need to say? Yes, a MLF of course, I knew by the needy tone and accent exactly the the daft cunt was from well before her confirming it, and after a couple of drinks on the flight he was fucking arseholed and having arguments with his soon to be ex. Can you guess which flight experience WASN'T new? Anyway, might have a little walk to the shop and try and get SOME exercise after a bit of a hectic couple of days.

Fish's xP* is very high. (Expected paragraphs)

Been looking all for this but I can't find it anywhere?

Well me and the missus are in Newcastle airport waiting to go to Cyprus. Going abroad when you're on the rock and roll? Got a 65" LCD TV as well? 🎵You know they talk so hip man They're twistin' my melon man (Caaaaall the Nash!!!!) 🎶

"Ahm shewa if we wa playing Man United every week we'd be winning 4-0 anaarrl.'

'Give it to Giggseh!'

Update...

The commentator, man 'two ruled now, one for an alleged infringement....' it wasn't just 'alleged' mate, it was given as a foul.

Munoz ✅ Illegal throw ins ✅ Eze ✅ Dog shit ✅

Look at the goal differences on there, man. One of those teams looks like they don't belong in that company but it's hard to pin down exactly which team it is? And here's the mega concern about Man U on sky and the sheer horror at what they're seeing. If it was other way around they'd give not one single fuck about how open Palace would be, there'd be no ex-Palace player with a sad face emoji.

The Sky lads if they're still getting beat later on.......

Fully expecting either palace to revert to shit or Man U to spawn a win.

If If you can lose your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on the Mags If you can't trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can't wait and b sick and tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor sing too much wise men say; If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can't think—but make make imagination your aim, If you can't meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same: If you can't bear to hear the truth about Athletic Bilbao being twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the seats you got on a good deal being broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools for a free pint and a free ticket If you can make one heap of all your shit in the premeya concourse And risk it on one turn of Joelinton's cross And lose, and start again at your beginnings ⁠And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can't force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after another manager's gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you ⁠Except the Will which says to them: 'Fuck off and go!'' If you can talk with sparse crowds and lose your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can't fill the unforgiving staydeyum With sixty seconds' worth of a Luke O'Nien run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, ⁠And—which is more—you'll be a MLF, my marra!

You think he'd be used to the circle of life by now?

I think Rafa would've been over the moon with what he contributed, he was basically left up shit creek without a paddle nor a striker with £5m to spend, (probably included wages as well!) Rafa knew we were in trouble so does what he can and gets him from Stoke reserves and has the kid grafting his bollocks off so the limited side he had could keep in the game and defend from the front whilst the likes of Neville saying Rafa would get football done away with as we managed to avoid getting hidings from clubs who could spend at will. He definitely wasn't a great striker but he was significantly better than Riviere is my point although he the Frenchman never had a savvy manager like joselu did to be fair to him. Anyway, we've had a lot worse than Joselu is my main point. We had about half a season with only him up front iirc as I'm sure Rondon was injured and Gayle was sent to West Bromwich on loan.

I must've have missed her similar critique on Johnson.

You win some, you lose some.