The tweet is a bit cryptic but I think Aaaagh may have interpreted it correctly and, like him, I certainly hope so.
I say stop tweeting after a match and start knocking up some concrete well after you have dug the footings for the stadium and training ground
Tony's tweets sound like they're written after drinking 6 or 7 pints in the pub. I bet he regrets them in the morning.
This. Comparable to that mate everyone has on Facebook who makes attention seeking, feeling sorry for myself posts to gain reassurance that they're not a twat. Except, of course, they are.
These cryptic tweets of his remind me of my teenage years - thousands of hours wasted trying to decode the cryptic, needy remarks made by the kind of neurotic girls to whom I was attracted back then. Over and over I was tricked into showing concern about the possibility that said remarks alluded to the possibility of being "chucked". It was extremely tiresome, but I guess it was a part of growing up. Why a grown man - and a wealthy, successful one at that - feels the need to be slyly manipulative like all the needlessly complicated Kates, Julias and Rebeccas of yesteryear (it seemed like all the girls at my school had one or other of those three names), I just don't know. I guess he's terribly insecure under all that breezy bonhomie. It's kinda sad.
