Reading are on a bad run like us, only 1 point in last 4 games and they're our next game and it's at home.. HUGE
Grimm's Fairy Tales. Somebody's fiddling as the City burns. We could've been a contender. Every breath you take... We're in need of one of these resuscitating devices. Aaaagh...the plot sickens. Allams out.
Guaranteed loss. Doesn't matter who our players, manager are or what form we're in, we always lose these games.
An ode to Woy & you know who... The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea In a beautiful piss-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a promissory note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small papa, "O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love, What a misguided Pussy you are, you are, you are, What a deceitful Pussy you are." T'Owl's no better...he conned us into buying Bullshit
He'll always be a **** to me Chazz, after attempting to shift the focus of his reign of ****eness at Liverpool by saying that we'd basically ****ed his season up because we'd played Daniel Ayala whilst injured (even if we did I still don't care, the blokes a grade A ****), and then he confirmed his ****ishness after our dismal abject performance at the Euros by stating on mic, as he was shuffling on to the stage, that he 'didn't know why he was here' the total **** him. Essentially, **** him!
Anderson's intro to this truism is classic E.A. Let's have another version of false promises shall shall we ?
