I'm usure on Rodwell not seen enough of him to think he is a massive prospect... Modric I dont want him.. I dont think he is all that at all, an once again we will pay the spuds through the nose for him an he will turn out complete rat ****.. I would take parker any day of the week as i think he is the only player in the prem in the mould of Robson and Keano as a proper box to box CMF. Huddlestone for me isnt good enough.. Bale is over rated and would be silly money.. Charlie Adam looks adecent player but he reminds me of VDV a bit and seems a bit lazy an not very mobile.. My signings would be.... Sneijder Parker Rodwell..
I'm no big fan of Modric either, I think that's fairly well documented, but he sounds like he's available, he's had another years PL experience and also in the CL with Spurs so rather than chasing Sneijder and him becoming very, very expensive he might be an option. I'd prefer Wesley though. I think Huddlestone would thrive at United, I really do. He's got the makings if the type of DM we need. I don't think he's foreign enough for Redknapp which is why he doesn't get enough games there.
I see your point with Modric.. I would only agree with getting him if he was a reasonable price.. though no doubt Harry will value him at 35m of which 10m will probably end up in the dodgy ****ers back pocket.. Where as i'd happily see us pay that sort of money for Sneijder. . I'd take Charlie Adam if we got him for under 10m.. One thing we really lack is someone who can score from a free kick, nani for all his bravado is ****e at them. . so Having Adam for the right money to me would be ok. I do quite like ashley young too. he is another who can score free kicks. Huddlestone to me seems a bit like gibson.. just hasnt pushed on properly. look like he has the right attributes but whether he has the right frame of mind for it. If Rodwell is as good as everyone makes out he is I'd take him an nurture him an have scotty parker in the meantime.
Something I really hate... people that come and view one of my rental apartments its only 425pcm... then say its a bit small... twats what the fook do they expect for that much money... people that wear sunglasses indoors... especially when they look round a house.. what the **** do they need sunglasses for?? the rays of light eminating from my arse or my dazzling smile? people that stop me and ask me for the time. people in 4x4's parking across two parking spaces. people in bmw's or audis that think its their god given right to pull out of junctions infront of you... (although my next car IS going to be an Audi) checkout workers that try and talk to me..
people on gameshows with scouse accents that feel the need to say they are from liverpoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool.. pretty fu cking obvious really..
worse still is a scouse presenter of a game show who introduces another scouser with "Dolly Dimple from my home town of LI-VER-POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOl" Class act thems!
I don't mind people stopping me and asking for the time. It's when they point to their wrist at the same time like I'm a ****** who doesn't know where my watch is that pisses me off. Although if I'm not wearing a watch I take great pleasure in showing them my wrist and telling them I don't know the time. Even if I have my mobile in my pocket
Nice I may have to try that next time, except I'll answer in pirate. "Well, the sun be about three points off the horizon, so I be guessin tis about mid morn', arrrrrr"
I like to get my tallywacker out, and when they look offended say "Sorry I thought you asked if I had the time on my cock?"
God you're miserable gits on here. I don't mind giving out the time if someone ask me politely. I concur on the pointing to the wrist stuff though. Well, the sun is shining and I finally feel human after the weekend bender, total sleep deprivation aside. It takes me days to get over a sesh nowadays and two in three days pretty much ****ed me up. I'm also awake at 5am every day because my youngest is still stealing my bed space so I keep having to go up to our attic room with it's big **** off morning bastard sun facing window. Add to that the chirppy buggers on the roof and that's my 5am daily alarm call. Magic. I won't miss the football this summer, last year the world cup just served to get on my nerves, what with the vuvuzelas and the gash football. Looking forward to not having my life invaded by it this year. Here's to a couple of football free summer months. Cheers.
I tried that last summer, and I said I wasn't going to take any notice of transfer sagas until some overvalued Herbert is on the back page unconvincingly smiling wearing a United shirt and waving a scarf whilst being fisted by big Sir Al. Then just like after demonising t.v. soaps & the appalling reality t.v. you sucked into it! - it's a vicious circle Damn it all, I hope we have a good summer this year, I don't have a holiday(abroad) booked and I desperately need some beachtime!
It's like an episode of grumpy old men... I know what your saying re recovery time.. If I have an all nighter on a Saturday takes me til Wednesday til I feel normal.. I can cope with just a hangover if I'm in bed in a reasonable time.. An to be fair I'm not really getting hangovers.. Though that Cumberland ale always gives me a thick head.. Anyways I'm off on a bike ride tonight to the cider house lurvely..
Careful you don't fall off, you know what you're like! Tomorows headline "Police are investigated the case of a man covered in lipstick, stinking of piss & cider laying upside in a ditch with a bicycle protuding from his arse"
Well I did fall off on the way back from the cider house last year.. Though when you an mrs tunns visit I shall show you the delights of said establishment..
Funnily enough Swarbs I have been arrested myself at Southport fair, not far from Fromby, when in my teens. We went down there one Easter Sunday for something to do in a mates first car, messed about the fair (a very poor relation to the mighty pleasure beach) until a gang of lads asked us the time. One quick 'it's twenty past five' later and we were surrounded and taking a bit of a kicking, there were only four of us. It all got split up and we were driving home via Southport centre and there they all are. I jumped out of the car grabbing the first thing I could lay my hands on, a 12" adjustable spanner, and was arrested within ten yards of our car. The scouse **** coppers saying 'our lads wouldn't do that, laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa' when I stold my story. Oh how my parents laughed when they picked me up hours later at the cop shop after my mates had ****ed off home. I got a £20 fine a Sefton magistrates for carrying an offensive weapon!!! The best bit of the story is the following day we had Liverpool at home and beat the ****s one nil with a very rare Peter Davenport goal. Grobbelaar claimed he had a broken arm so couldnt save it, the lying fecker. I was in the Uited road and I swear to god we saw the lads who'd jumped us in the away end, on the other side of the fence. We thought it was them anyway. I love our scouse brethren, I really do.
