beardyian
Scary Clown
Silver Level
Have seen much worse from native speakers lately....
Iz youz talkering aboutz mee? lol
Welcome Tonky :wavey:
Have seen much worse from native speakers lately....
Iz youz talkering aboutz mee? lol
Welcome Tonky :wavey:
Keegan is good but Shankly is god when it comes to quotes(and other things
Bottom of our group but the fact we ruined norway´s chances of making the WC by drawing both games against them makes up for it imoHow your Country Teams doing?.
"On awaiting Everton's arrival for a derby game at Anfield, Shankly gave a box of toilet rolls to the doorman and said - 'Give them these when they arrive – they'll need them!'
If you can't make decisions in life, you're a bloody menace. You'd be better becoming an MP!'
Shanks and Tommy Docherty were at a game. There was a player every other club coveted on view. Docherty said to Shanks - '100,000 wouldn't buy him.' Shanks retorted - 'Yeah, and I'm one of the 100,000!'
Sir Harry was in the paper today saying that any Pompey fan who boos him is clearly mentally unstable because he was the best manager they have ever had.
To which I reply: lol.
If it wasnt for someone paying huge wages and signing £6 mill flops like Nugent & Utaka along with many other reserve team fillers on big wages we 'may' not have been in quite the hole we are/were
Anyone have a qualifying World Cup game for his country today?.
We have a MéxicoVsTyT today, already get our ticket for Wold Cup last game, so this is more for see who get first of the Group.
How your Country Teams doing?.
This one is for gesshoo.
Hopefully an amusing story.
My mate John (Arsenal fan) and me (Ipswich fan), go on an allinclusive holiday in Spain with our wives. Day three of the holiday we manage to get away from the wives. We leave them on their sun beds and go out on the beer, or should I say sneeked out!
After experimenting with the different Spanish beers and Sandgrias on offer in various bars, all the time continuing on our pub crawl, we settled on bottled San Miguel (beat the hell out of the hotel beer),being the most refreshing option.
About three hours later we come across this Scotish bar selling draught Guinness (my drink)and draft Adnams (johns drink), so we settle down for the session, congratulating each other on such an incredible find. We chat with the landlord (Chugga) for sometime, the walls and ceilings of his bar are covered in Scottish and Celtic football scarfs shirts and articles. We both love football, and appreciate the rights of others to follow who ever they like. For the next hour or so many football stories were exchanged and much laughter was had by all. Then Chugga was relieved by his barman so he could have his afternoon Siesta. The barman had no interest in football girls or drinking, so we decided to drink out the back in the sunshine.
Out the back, there were tables and chairs for chuggas bar and tables and chairs for the four adjoining Spanish bars on either side. Just beyond, opposite the outside seating of all five was a large play area for children to play football (what else). Anyway innitially it was Siesta time for most locals, and we were the only two idiots sitting outside in that punnishing heat, it was so hot we were drinking 1/4 litre, so the beer didn't boil over.
Some time passed by and the Spanish outside areas began to be occupied. In the distance Spanish boys were playing football, but get this of the seven boys, four of them were wearing Liverpool number 9 torres shirts. The ball came over near us, and my mate decided to show his ball juggling skills (drunk and 50 yrs old), the Spanish boy was very amused and gave a sort of polite clap along with some of the Spanish locals, accepted the ball back said Gracias then returned to his friends.
Unbeknown to us (it was done on purpose) the ball arrived at our table again. In the meantime we had been quietly practising the Torres song. "Your turn to do some ball jugling" said John, up I get, manage 5 on my head, not bad for a drunk 53 yr old! I hand the ball back to a different Torres shirted boy, he says Gracias and whistles for his friends to come nearer. He then proceeds to show us some amazing ball skills, while he is doing this John and I looked at each other and started to sing.
His armband proved he was a red Torres Torres
you'll never walk alone again Torres Torres
we bought the lad from sunny Spain
he gets the ball and scores again
Fernando Torres Liverpools number 9
When we got to Na na na na na na na na, some of the guys at a Spanish table started clapping in tune.
Second time around we had clapping all the way through
Third time around we had clapping and Na Nas
fourth time around the other 3 Spanish tables joined in
In the end some of the Spanish were singing some of the words.
Through all of this, maybe 10 - 12 verses the boy continued to juggle the ball.
The boy was amazing, the first Spaniard to clap turned out to be the father of two of the boys, followed by the fathers of the other 5 boys. His father said my sons names are Fernando and Jose, Jose being the tallented one! For all the other Spaniards and their wives to join in made for a truly amazing occasion. I was feeling quite drunk, but the whole experience was totally uplifting.
We went back to Chuggas bar every day after that, loaded with a camera, but alas we never saw the Torres boys again. We couldn't let our wives down again by staying out all day/night. You know how it is!
Sweden's out of the running. Our saving grace would have been if Malta took a point against Portugal but very unsurprisingly they did not.
There's a big uproar about how this is the first championship we've missed in 16 years (or whatever it is) and now they've fired the coach. Delusions of grandeur is apparently commonplace among football fans in my country; we're not that great. We have a few decent players, and one or two fantastic players, but the rest of the material is just really hard for ANY coach to work into something that can play the world cup.