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I’ve heard it said among football fans that some incident or other is better than having sex.
Now either these people are virgins or have had very bad sex all the time.
I love me some Rangers but what it’s better than splurging over a big girls ginourmous gazongas in a Hammersmith Hotel in 1993 (delete or insert your sexual preference).
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Oi Joey, ya c unt, f uck you, ya c unt, ya c u t, Joey, you are a shitarse , shit footballer, f uck you love of every team bar. MY F CLING TESM YOU MORON.
Joey, you are an idiot. A complete moron. You are not intelligent. , you’re a c unt. Fu ck you.
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One day , you get up. Your slippers are where they should be, slip in nicely. Your partner turns over looks at you with love , longing and come hither look that you know will set up the day of all days and you go back in.
The day settles in front of you, you’re gliding through this existence on a blanket made from silk, it caresses your body , soothing and calming. The world is in rhythm to your paradiddle. All the slots are filled with your gold coins.
Tomorrow, the cat shits in your slippers and your partner has f ucked off with your Dad. The day gets darker, the beat of life has gone awol, you are out of the twilight limits and outer zone and night is going to tear your soul apart.
But in the distance you see….an apparition….it says. Wednesday , night,,,
That is right up there with one of the worst Rangers performances I’ve seen. I kept it together until Scully let rip and pinged in the best goal of the game.
That did me in and I went into a verbal, spittle flecked, sweary mary meltdown.
Still makes me mad now. F**k off you fuc*king c*nts, stick it up your f*cking arse, you c*nts.
I was in that car with the two women Ted. It was me and couple of mates with their partners, one of whom was driving.
We were in traffic coming out of the car park, saw some Rangers fans we knew, we had won 3-1 so were calling to them . Next thing g my mate in the passenger seat gets a clump through the window . He jumps out to have a word, I get out to get him back in. Next thing I know I’m in the floor crawling back into the car after get whacked in the back of the head. The car is then pummelled by a load of Northern tw@ts . Absolutely beaten to shit.
The police turn up. Five people, two women now in tears, in a battered motor and ask to see in the boot for a weapon as they were told we threatened the Barnsley fans.
Police were utter crap. Went back to the station to fill out reports and take statements. Sod all happened from that.
I had forgotten about that until you said that. So Barnsley may top Stoke in Trent as the biggest shithole I’ve been to,
The first time we went to Chesterfield was just one huge pain in the arse for all sorts of reasons. We won but I never went back.
Top for me is Stoke on Trent. Went plenty of times to City and Vale. I’ve even had to stay up there a couple of times and go out on the Town there, sweet baby jaysus! I’ll never go back, if I can help it. League of Gentleman must have based everything they did on that place.
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