Ive just endured watching the Skunks v Leicester, or rather being sat outside in a pub in Portugal where it was televised, and in front of me were a family of eight skunks (grandad with offspring and husbands/ wives). F*** me, the conversation was embarrassing. Loud, exaggerated accents, "Well ya knaar woz gunna probalee be champions next year like, and probs champions league in 2024 ya knaar. Back to where Toon should be like ya knaar!" What was amazing though was that Sunderland were mentioned more times that Noocarsel. The comment which made me spit my pint out was the grandad (who is a bit of a local throbber) stating very loudly that he once worked in Northumberland and actually found some Sunderland supporters living there....and they even had Sunderland shirts like "Ah mean Northumberland like, ah didn't think it was possible, ya knaar. Northumberland man!!!" What a pri**!! His daughter also looked like she was a Greggs pies product. Pasty queen!
What a sad pathetic, obsessed, skinny smackhead looking, small cocked tw@t. 2 leagues apart and we still constantly live in their heads rent free.
Daft sod, he's a marked man now It's also a police matter so he can expect a visit to his hospital bed.
And has now posted an apology to try to avoid a good hiding ... ... it won't work and he'll have to live in fear for a few years. Hopefully there'll be a court appearance for 'public urination' and a photo in the Chronicle so everyone knows his face. They're scum.
His address has been posted on Twitter earlier on as well. I wonder if he has had visitors round today
