We both know you don't hate me. You love me. Av got a black eye am wearing as a badge of honour to your love.
Ye didne get yer black eye off of me fannyheed. If it was me that was hitting you you would currently be lying in a shallow grave jist outside Forth village alang wea the rest of them. Must have been some ****y pape that hit you mate. You give huns a bad name
25% of British Muslims think killing cartoonists is ok http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/rel...e-Hebdo-terrorists.-That-is-far-too-many.html Yet again I do not hate a whole group of people . You think dying peacefully of natural causes is no different from being brutally murdered by religious fanatics?
The reckless driver from Afghanistan that mowed down Australians was Muslim. That's 1. @HRH Custard VC @The Chaser are joint first as it stands.
1966; first and peak year for terrorism! My life f*****d up by you know who gobbing the Jules Rimet trophy and the toerags from the east end of Glasgow 'stealing' Willie Wallace for £30,000! The world did not return to equilibrium until a muggy evening in Leon in 1970 when Messrs. Beckenbauer, Seeler and Muller righted the wrong of 1966! 'Some might say' I am petty, childish, chippy and backward looking; they are of course correct but 'Baby, I don't care'!
The tagger needs to sort his spelling out. Kevin is too thick so I'm guessing it was someone quite drunk last night.
And shattered all my childhood dreams at the tender age of 9. Up until that point, I believed that life, like the Beatles song, was going to go on "getting better all the time". And that being born English was a passport to glory. Then everything changed. Bobby Moore got arrested in a jewellers, England lost to the best side in the history of football, Gordon Banks got sick, but we still went 2-0 up against Ze Germans. Then Alf Ramsey took off Bobby Charlton. Everything turned to ****, and life has continued to serve me **** sandwiches ever since.
Strange World Cup 1970 with Brazil being claimed to be the greatest International side ever. I think it was either Guillem Balage, Raphael Honigstein, Tim Vickery or another knowledgeable football journalist/commentator who remarked that the trophy fell into Brazil's lap. His point being that the England - West Germany quarter final emptied West Germany and that the West Germany - Italy semi final emptied Italy. On reflection whoever suggested this point of view probably did so with some credence. I do not like comparing one team, either club or international, with another from different eras however my favourite, and I understand the jiggery-pokery around their World Cup win, was Argentina in 1978 with Mario Kempes, Leopoldo Luque, Osvaldo Ardiles and the great Daniel Passarella.
A lot of people - with some justification - consider the 1974 Dutch side of Cruyff, Neeskens, Rudi Krol etc to have been the greatest team of all time. But they didn't win anything.
Stuffed by the supposed mechanical and workmanlike West Germany who fielded such robots as Franz Beckenbauer, Gerd Muller, Rainer Bonhof, Wolfgang Overath and the greatest of them all, Paul Breitner! I recall that among my school and neighbourhood friends I was the only one who wanted West Germany to win. Not dissimilar to 1954 when West Germany defeated Hungary (the Magnificent Magyars) in the final.
What about the Mighty Magyars of 1954 - pumped everyone en-route to the final before being defeated by Zejermins despite rattling 8 past them in the group stages. Believe they also GAPED Nigel at Wembley in front of 100,000. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Team FTP
My Bulgarian colleague at work keeps banging on about that side, and swears blind that Ferenc Puskas was the greatest player of all time. I tell him this is bullshit because football involving men in Brillcream and huge shorts, which his granddad listened to on the wireless, doesn't ****ing count, plus you're Bulgarian not ****ing Hungarian you ****.
Five changes from the group match to the final. It may be an urban myth but, as portrayed in 'Das Wunder von Bern', the 1954 final might have been the first match that interchangeable studs were utilised. The final was played in heavy rain giving the sneaky Germans an advantage when they were able to use longer studs! To quote the great Sepp Herberger "Der Ball ist rund und das Spiel dauert 90 minuten". Herr Herberger's judgement was that Nandor Hidegkuti, possibly the first deep lying centre forward, was the fulcrum around which the Hungarian team revolved and if you stopped him playing their team was much weaker.
