No, I know what I mean when I use the word "unfortunate" You aint got a clue what it means evidently.
is what you are when Sucky forgets the lube, but remembers to bring the chloroform, rag and cable ties
Yeah, I mean I don’t want him to die. Just that he’s so dangerous on the ball, I want somebody to **** him up permanently Spurs fans should take that as a compliment tbh.
You normally rested your star players if you were playing the crazy gang please log in to view this image
You never replied humorously to someone for the benefit multiple people present. Well that's a world I dont want to live in
We will likely be without Soyuncu Amartey and possibly Castagne, 3 of the back 5 who played against Citeh plus Wilfrid Ndidi ... it is what it is
Great side that Never understood why it was such a shock they beat us tbh Weren’t they something like 6/7 in league That’s like losing to Utd now ain’t it ? Certainly no Wigan City affair
I'd like to add I'm not exactly happy to see it, it happening is good enough, visual evidence isn't required.
I think it was more to do with the fairy tale, then any position they held within the league at the time. Without looking any of this up, I think the romance started in the FA Cup against a then strong Leeds United team, it might have just been after Don Revie's reign, I don't think it was actually during it. If memory serves me correctly a goalkeeper by the name of Dickie Guy, saved a penalty I think against Peter Lorimer. After that, it was an unbelievable journey form non league football, to the top tier. It was unreal to see that climb, especially as I had been to the old Plough Lane. But the infamous part began more so during that journey when the crazy gang came about, they kicked their way to the top or crunched your nuts. Maybe a trait learned from that Leeds United team of the 70's who knows. Anyone got the book. Sadly all good fairy tales, come to abrupt endings, receivership and the creation of the monster called MK Dons. But the real wombles came back, and I always made a point of attending their games when we played them, they were a tradition, well before the likes of Vinnie Jones, like all great cup killers, from Hereford to Yeovil, but the ultimate masters were the Wombles.
