You have a choice. 5-1 win against Liverpool, with twatbeard scoring an own goal (and falling over after trying a Cruyff turn). Lovren gets substituted at half time having had a torrid time trying to mark an acrobatic Pelle. Lambert scores the two Liverpool goals. Or a 5-1 victory over Pottecham Hotspurs?
No contest for me. I have a vivid picture in my head of a bemused and bewildered Pochettino standing on the touchline in despair as the Saints' fans raise the roof with a chorus of "sacked in the morning...". Please God, let it happen.
This is simple. We are awarded a penalty, due to Twatbeard biting Victor, and because he's such a lovely bloke, Rickie takes it, and scores, to universal applause.
I forgot to mention that Twatbeard gets banned for 5 seasons to set an example. Liverpool are fined £100,000,000 for buying twats.
Been reading up threads about t**tbeard, and there's some normally very level-headed people making t**tbeard comments about Lallana. Don't know whether any of you have thought the same, but I'm finding myself so easily sucked into this bad feeling about him. I quite happily type t**tbeard. I'll type it again, t**tbeard. It feels OK. And I think he is a t**t and wears a stupid beard. I'm OK with that and I don't think it's going to go away either. I've got a feeling he might turn out to be Liverpool's version of Adrian Heath, for different reasons obviously. Never to be forgiven. I'll take beating Liverpool 5-1. Rickie can score their penalty, though I will love him slightly less as a result, so he'd better watch it. Levy will do our job on Poch. Of course, I'd like to hammer both.
Oh yeah, well fair enough. But I had to make the point. Henceforth, that player is the little bastard from 1984. OK..?
I was just day dreaming about that scenario on the way to pick the kids up. The Pochettino thing makes the Hoddle one pale into insignificance. Sacked in the morning is my main dream for this year. Winning a record euromillions jackpot will have to wait
