thebrokendoll

a bulky one, aye.

mine's called bonecrusher. can't really say why.

I've no idea mate, I saw it on a rare visit to n.o., I just assumed the poster had done their research

don't mention young lassies and the chinkies..... they'll all burst in to song.

I was in the 2nd row of the eaststand about 5 yards away when the cunt tried to break longstaff's leg.

fucking keith man, our starting 11 last night cost about £250m, there's £440m as for this stupid cunt here.... we've never in our entire history been in the lower league these cunts have spent 5 years in, 4 of which were consecutive and very, very recent. as for nonces.... best keep quiet on that one bonny lad being as you all sang songs in support of one.

post takeover.... was up for the 2-0 which caused arteta to have a meltdown with his players in the dressing room. missed the 0-2, was in the lake district. was up for the 1-0 which caused arteta to make a complete tit of himself and cry like a baby heaping huge embarrassment on 85% of the iberian peninsula. I'm up for this on saturday so I'm going for a 2-0 hone win, 5 of which will be own goals by charlie george, not only that though, arteta will inexplicably blame havertz for this and will run on to the pitch with a baseball bat and in a scene reminiscent to the bear jew beat the german's head in with it in the centre circle. well, I hope so anyway.

quaffing summer wine with the young nancy sinatra....

@PaddockLad this apply to a season ticket as well if you 'sell' it back to the club rather than transfer it to someone with a supporter number? fucking ludicrous. 72 hour rule is fucking bollocks as well, they'll know fine well people are still refreshing the ticketing website practically till kick off, and with digital ticketing they can assign a new code to a seat within seconds.

so now if you buy a ticket and you can't make it for whatever reason, you don't get your money back, you can buy a onesy from the club shop instead... provided you produce suitable id. worse than ashley these cunts.

I like how the women are being made to wait at the back.

ah, the good old days. when the ticket office was a model of efficiency and fairness.

it's reached the stage with me now where I'm actually as fucked off with how pathetically desperate the club is to be seen to comply with the pl's corrupt rules than I am with the cunts who set them up in the first place. appears we can only hope to sign the kid from brentford if we further strengthen arsenal with isak or liverpool with gordon, and so it carries on forever more. fuck em, fight them in court, show some bollocks.

to say nowt of the fact that howe won't give them anything other than a minutes cameo at the end of the match till about 2028

fucks sake man, forget the advent of the football casual with the expensive sportswear, the mid 70s boot boys were truly the trendsetters of terrace fashion! dr martens, huge flairs (bit surprised there's only the lad kneeling down front right with the huge turn ups on, skinners I think they were called, he must've been the guru!) checked sports jackets, silk scarves. only thing missing in that photo is some star jumpers, that particular fashion icon must've been simmering away in the background ready to burst on to the scene!

bbc analysing who the next manager could be as well as running a poll on it, completely omitting southgate from their reckoning. think it's probably safe to assume that 2nd place 'other' is in fact neutrals voting for the missing former england man.

dutch nonce moved on.

probably doubled his wages, which would help. won't stop him or others agitating for a move if we finish bottom half of the table next may.

bit like crouch. would still be a virgin if he wasn't a footballer.

who was the cunt on sky kept calling him 'irresistible' yesterday?

I'd love to see big dan burn pull the ugly manc chav cunts arms off and beat him senseless with the fuckers. hate that fucking goal celebration with a passion.

all season we've given away possession so cheaply, so fucking frustrating to watch. I think there's certainly some credibility in the suggestion that our better players have lost some faith in howe's methods, very probably compounded by frustration in the clubs inability to strengthen in the last 2 windows, we are a team in decline, our 12th place more than warranted. the biggest surprise for me this season is gordon signing a new contract, I wouldn't have. I think the club needs a massive lift to get back on track between now and the end of january, it could start by revealing it's intentions with regard to the stadium, new build or development, training ground, sponsorships, ideally ones which are a big fuck off to masters and the red tops, a couple of quick, decisive moves when the window opens in a couple of months time. create some fucking positivity around the place because at the minute it all just looks like stagnating, or worse. a few shipping containers plonked in the metro car park isn't good enough.

the same players that finished 4th plus the addition of tonali, barnes, livramento and hall?

the decline in the team which finished 4th to the one we're watching currently a mere season and a bit later is both eye wateringly rapid and all very depressing. bit like watching the leeds team which were 1st division champions but narrowly escaped relegation in the inaugural premier league season a year later... except this isn't funny. while there might well be unrest in the background with the loss of staveley and her chap and a tragically played out in public conflict since the introduction of mitchell, this isn't enough to excuse howe any longer for me. we've been fucking dismal all season, we've been fucking dismal for a season and a quarter away from home. he appears to be failing to get the best out of some quality players available to him. exit the league cup and drop another couple of places in the league in the next 6 days and he can fuck off.

imagine a world full of happy mackems man? no more getting apoplectic when someone calls ponteland/north sunderland airport by its proper name. no longer giving a fuck what someone chooses to wear when they go on holiday or visit the garden centre. tuning in to bbc radio newcastle with carefree abandon. watching look north without spontaneously kicking the tele. wishing a long, happy and healthy life on keith downie and dawn thewlis. nodding your approval to the inhabitants of co. durham on their choice of football team. and being able to cancel your annual subscription to amnesty International with the merest hint of a guilty conscience. bizarre.