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Only 34 minutes left for Bruno to get into a barney Wil Macallister. He's leaving it late.

Was just thinking the same.

Aye agreed. I think it's partly that they're giving him more space as well. We're maybe seeing what he'll be look like when he gets more used to the pace of the PL.

It's properly fucked their evening. Even their blue pop will taste off tonight.

Dodgy ball from Burn there. Could have been costly.

Get in. I really didn't fancy Gordon there.

Gordon maybe?

His best game for us so far, I'd say.

Ref's a cunt now.

Shades of Kane in the way Woltemade keeps dropping deep and knocking balls about. If he learns to finish like him we'll be laughing.

Two slices of supermarket white bread and a single slice of pre packed ham is Keane's idea of a sandwich.

It was Roy Keane who said it man. If it's not corned beef or boiled cabbage, it might as well be caviar.

Ref seems good so far. Sensible decisions.

Great ball out wide from Woltemade to Elanga. Promising stuff.

Does that ever get screamed at SJP anymore? If not.... Scud's dead baby.

DOOODGYYYY KEEEPERRRR

Is that their manager who looks like a stage magician?

It's naivety.

I haven't said he's gonna go. I've said we might face an approach, he'd be put to a decision, and we shouldn't assume that it'll be a straightforward one or that he wouldn't want to speak with them. And everyone is telling me to fuck off, cos Eddie would reject it out of hand cos he's a great bloke. I don't think he would reject it out of hand, cos that would be a stupid thing to do, and he's not stupid. Also, I'm not trying to draw equivalence between Howe and Isak at all.

I Fought The Law is alright. Story of the lass from Billingham who got murdered and how her mam fought to change the double jeopardy law so her killer could be convicted. It's Sheridan Smith who pulls off a very good teesside accent for the most part.

I'm the remover of eye-scales.

Aye I've had this once too. In Bar Oz on Christmas Eve about 25 years ago. Eating a burger, swallowed a lump down that was too big to go down and just sat there at a table of loads of work people that I didn't really know, unable to breathe and just keep trying to repeatedly swallow to force it down. I could feel it moving dead slowly but my windpipe was completely closed and I couldn't breathe. I had enough time to start wondering if I was gonna die on Christmas Eve, before it finally went down. Didn't mention it to any of the cunts at the table cos I didn't know them and I didn't want any rumours going round that I'd been humped on a work lunch.

Exactly. One of the key reasons he would be absolutely daft not to consider his options if they came knocking.