I like to moan and rant a lot as some may know so thought it would this thread would be good for everybody to vent their frustrations be it football related or non/football related I.e a decision given in favour of a rival or your boss giving you hassle at work. Fire away
Ill start off by saying how ****ed off I am with the PL who have just rearranged our home fixture with Southampton for 12 days time (midweek). 1) 4 days before we are scheduled to play Arsenal. So they are able to pull out of a Boxing Day game for no good reason whilst we are forced to withdraw from a PL fixture and they get the luxury of a 7 day rest whilst we don't. So in a fricking month we've had to go to the other side of the world and play and seemingly get no respite with the fixtures. Why couldn't it have been rescheduled to February. 2) The fans. How the **** are people meant to get time off work and make arrangements for kids? Once again the fans screwed over
I know I have posted this before but for the un-initiated here is areal RANT. Pulled from 606 Before It was pulled. Dear Players of Grimsby Town FC I am writing with regard to my absolute astonishment and disbelief as to the sheer magnitude of your complete lack of talent and failure to carry out the job for which you are paid to do. I am not aware of any swear word or other derogatory phrase in my current vocabulary which comes close to a description of your âperformanceâ (and I use that term loosely) this afternoon, but let me just say that you have collectively reached a level of inadequacy and ineptitude that neither I nor modern science had previously considered possible. In fact I recall a time, in my youth, when I decided to call in sick at work and instead spent the entire day in my one bedroom flat wearing nothing but my underpants, eating toast and ****ing furiously over second-rate Scandinavian porn. Yet somehow, I still managed to contribute more to my employer in that one Andrex-filled day than you complete bunch of toss-baskets have contributed to this club in your entire time here. I would genuinely like to know how you pathetic bunch of pissflaps sleep at night, knowing full well that you have taken my money and that of several thousand others and delivered precisely **** all in return. I run a business myself, and I believe I could take any 4,000 of my customers at random; burn down their houses, impregnate their wives and then dismember their children before systematically sending them back in the post, limb-by-limb, and still ensure a level of customer satisfaction which exceeds that which I have experienced at Blundell Park at any time so far this season. You are a total disgrace, not only to your profession, not only to the human race, but to nature itself. This may sound like an exaggeration, but believe me when I say that I have passed kidney stones which have brought me a greater level of pleasure and entertainment than watching each of you worthless excuses for professional footballers attempt to play a game you are clearly incapable of playing, week-in, week-out. I considered, for a second, that I was perhaps being a little too harsh. But then I recalled that I have blindly given you all the benefit of the doubt for too long now. Yes, for too long you have failed to earn the air youâve been breathing by offering any kind of tangible quality either as footballers or as people in general. As such, I feel itâs only fair that your supply runs out forthwith. I trust, at this precise moment in time, that Mr. Fenty is in his office tapping away on the Easyjet web site booking you all one-way flights to Zurich, complete with an overnight stay with our cheese eating friends at Dignitas. Donât bother packing your toothbrush â you wonât need it. [FONT="]In the event that our beloved chairman canât afford the expense(understandable given that heâs soon going to have to assemble a new squad fromscratch), then I am prepared to sell my family (including my unborn child) to adubious consortium of Middle Eastern businessmen in order to pay for theflights. Christ, Iâll drive you there myself, one-by one, without sleep, if Ihave to. Failing that, understanding that most dubious Middle Eastern businessmen aretied-up purchasing Premier League football clubs, I ask you to please takematters into your hands. Use your imagination, guys â strangle yourselves orcover yourself in tinfoil and take a fork to a nearby plug socket, orsomething. Just put yourselves and us fans out of our collective misery. So, in summary, you pack of repugnant, sputum-filled, invertebrate bastardsleave this club now and donât you ****ing dare look back. Youâve consistentlydemonstrated less passion and desire than can commonly be found within thecontents of a slothâs scrotum, so frankly you can just all **** off â donâtpass go, donât collect your wages, and donât ever come back to this town again. I look forward to you serving me at my local McDonaldâs drive-thru in the nearfuture. Yours sincerely [/FONT]
****ing Fergie moaning about the Fryers deal. Total hypocrite. Fully expect to see on the yellow ticker on SSN that Spurs are being investigated