To be fair, lads, it would all depend on just how pissed up I managed to get him before lighting the blue touch-paper.
I get the impression that the Rover 25 wasn't actually that badly damaged in the 'near death' crash that HIAG claimed.
Old HIAG showed me the photos. I assure you that the Peugeot was a write-off. He also showed me photos of the Rover 25 (that his wife wanted to buy from a friend to tide her by), and it was a very tidy motor.
That's kinda what I would be hoping for, Afro Stan. That's where I'd get my ****s and giggles, see. New HIAG likes to live dangerously like that. It would be like playing a drink-based version of Russian Roulette, never knowing which pint of Guiness-with-double-whiskey-chaser would be the one to set him off. The trick would be to time the "you ****" line just as he's about to blow.
We all know you like to blow Gimps but I think Klopp could do better than a lay-by push over don't you think?
Klopp? "What in the name of **** has he got to do with anything, you ridiculous bell-end?" That's not me talking, Skids; I'm simply paraphrasing something someone else said to you (check my sig).
I would like to share a nice Singha beer with Claudio Ranieri whilst being serenaded by Andrea Bocelli singing Nessum Dorma and Con Te Partiro ... in fairness I've done it before .... but it was a little crowded with over 30,000 others there
I don't drink these days, but if I did, I'd probably end up punching Klopp right on the hooter. He just has that sort of face. Fat Sam's a guy you'd enjoy sinking a few with. It'd probably end up in an arm wrestling contest. I'd say Mourinho would be a laugh, in a slightly mean and nasty way. You can imagine him sneering and making cruel but funny remarks about everyone that came in the bar.