Hopes and aims? Not the usual new years resolution joining the gym ****e I'm hoping to have bought a place by the end of the coming year. Thatt'll be my 5th in England. I really am a ****ing pikey. I might settle one day. I want at least two holidays to sunnier climates. I will strive to stay single.
2018 will be ****e. The gulf between rich and poor, in football as in life, is just going to get wider and wider. I might build a guillotine, and after I've tested the blade on a few bankers in the City of London, I will see how well it works on PL football players - starting with Virgil Van Dijk.
I'm long past being bitter - but if VvD goes to Liverpool I night just succumb to outrage and despair. If City want to pay us £50 mill for the spoilt prick, I'll drive him up there myself. I'll tie the little **** up and sling him in the boot though, I'm not sharing a 4 hour car journey with him.
first billion pound player this year coming you reckon, or in another season or two? what do you hope this tear brings personally, **** the footy
Am going to start telling things how they are when it comes to nearest and dearest. Being nice and not wishing to row is seen as a weakness and they think I am afraid of them. Little knowing I am always afraid of what I can say/do. Not so much a new years resolution because I started a bit ago
I'm hoping for a quieter year as 2017 has been absolutely **** at times. 2 family deaths in November really capped it all off and someone very close to me spent the 2 weeks leading up to Christmas in hospital recovery from major surgery. On a positive note I'd like to learn how to swim
I had a shed load of lessons as a kid and never figured it out. It's ok though as I've only almost drowned twice in 30 odd years so not too bad.
First time was when I moved up to junior school. They had an outside pool (wasn't a posh pool, it wasn't heated and often junk in it) and on the first day of swimming practice I didn't realise I couldn't swim so dived straight into the deep end. None of the teachers were prepared so just left me there thinking I'd get out. I didn't so eventually one of them jumped in and hooked me out. Funnily enough the teacher was furious with me . Second time was when me and some mates bunked off school to go bodyboarding. They didn't tell me that about 5 foot out there was a huge drop so off I went and then vanished. Luckily I was tied to the board so managed to climb up. Don't think my mates believed me when I said I couldn't swim, either that or they didn't like me much.
one of the fundamentals of life (which gives me inspiration for another **** thread) learn to swim ya fruit. i only know one person that cant and thats my mum, you are now the second
I should have abandoned all interest in football whan Neymar went to PSG in the summer. It's just "think of a number, double it, add 8 zeros" now. Personally, I hope that my mum and dad stay comfortable in their own home, & when it's time for them to pass on - which won't be long, realistically - they both go together. It would be nice if Saints won a major trophy while my dad was still alive, but at least he saw us at Wembley last season. And he saw us beat Inter at St Marys.