luckyluke

It may be a stupid rule but it's been in for years so players know what they are getting. When someone scores a winner in the last minute and they tear their shirt off in joyous celebration you can sympathise, but when they cooly reveal a t-shirt with a message, obviously premeditated, then they only have themselves to blame. Still, try telling that to Balotelli.

Me three, co-op's finest.

NHS coffee is beyond foul. Huddersfield expect you to pay for it! Glad I've left tbh.

Nothing, my twatting housemate drank my last stella.

Two epidurals, the second on an absolute fruitcake.

All that shitters is not gold

SLP, Quantum Leap, etc etc. Congratulations!

Cheers. I've not finished with the FRCA yet - the Final will have to be tackled at some point but that's a long way off. And plus, they say the Primary is harder. Yeah doing obs now.

Me? Yes.

"Is that the best goal you've ever scored?" "I dunno like, my memory's not too good.." God bless Shola.

You do sound like a bit of a twat re Amsterdam in the opening post tbf.

Cheers guys. I've never had Tramadol, but I was once smacked of my tits on two tablets of 30/500 co-codamol. I'd be a shit junkie.

I'm still in a bit of a euphoric daze. You may (or most likely may not) have noticed that I've not been on here much lately. This is because I have been revising for my exams for the Primary part of the Fellowship of the Royal College of Anaesthetists, and as such have been on near total lockdown (I've not even been going to jitsu ) Having passed the tricky written component in June, over the last few months I was preparing for the dreaded vivas and practical exam, which I had on Wednesday. I found out I passed the following day. Received written confirmation today, and I discovered that I was right on the pass mark for both components, literally one mark fewer and I'd have been making the long trip down to London again in January and forking out another five hundred quid. It's very difficult to explain just how relieved and happy I am to have passed these. Even amongst postgraduate medical exams, the anaesthetic ones are notorious for being fiendishly difficult and it takes trainees over two years on average to pass both components, and I work with a few people who are two years in and still haven't got either bit. And I've done it in fifteen months, even it was by the very skin of my teeth, a goal line scramble rather than a 30 yard screamer. But they all count.

I was 13. I remember very windy and wet holidays to Wales and Ireland (we drove through Omagh on the way home, about a week before the bomb went off), and going mental as Owen scored that wonderful goal to put England 2-1 up against the Argies at France 98. That was also the year he scored a hat-trick at SJP in the game before Gullit took over. I would have sold my gran to help fund the toon's purchase of him back then, funny to think that he eventually signed for us and turned out to be a disappointment.

Some girls I know once talked about going to Waitrose to pick up guys so you might be onto a winner there.

"No, YOU show me proof that God DOESN'T exist"

I'm in the 'this is all a bit OTT' group but RIP and all that. (Typed on my iPhone whilst on the bog. If nothing else, Apple/Jobs have ensured that no matter where I am, I no longer have to worry about finding something to occupy myself whilst having a shit. What a legacy)

And one third of the greatest scorecard entry of all time (Lillee caught Willey bowled Dilley). RIP

Beeb article says he regained consciousness in hospital so obviously warranted a CT. You've worked in A&E haven't you J69? Do the words NICE Guidelines mean anything to you?! Broken neck story will have come from paramedics putting him in a collar and spinal board which is standard for head injuries.

I was reminded of De Jong's tackle with that sending off Craig so it's interesting that it was the same ref. They both took the ball but clattered into the man afterwards - obviously De Jong did so a lot more forcefully. Perhaps Atkinson regretted his decision that day or instructed to act differently with future similar tackles and this factored into his decision at the weekend.

Sounds like the noise you make when you pull out afterwards.

Ant did you live in France for five years? Anyway he might as well do without the interpreter as he just spouted bollocks about doing his best and scoring goals when asked why he refused to come on. Utter cunt.

You're already into the realms of the supernatural with the terms posed by the question. How many five year olds are merciless and show no fear?! Even a legion of gypsy five year olds (mentioned above) would crumble after you shattered the first one's skull with your boot. If you're talking determined, possessed, satanic five year olds with murderous intent then you'd struggle to beat 10 of them I reckon. 80 ffs!