Prestwich_Blue
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She likes to play with two up front.Barbara Windsor as new coach, although she does have her knockers.
She likes to play with two up front.Barbara Windsor as new coach, although she does have her knockers.
To answer your question..no they never learn. One of the side effects of being as arrogant and in thrall to their own mythology as they are, is that they are incapable of truthfully reflecting on their failings and inadequacies. No reflection, no learning just rinse and repeat.
Long may it continue.
Olive as the Tea lady.Bernard Bresslaw as Harry the fridge.
Peter Butterworth as Bobby ticket tout ( think Carry on Camping)
Olive as the Tea lady.
Don't hit kids.If I had a 15 year old who acted like that I'd twat him
More like a soppy dopey ****He acts like a 15 year old
I doff my cap to you sir.The rags were fuck all before the Premier League money rescued them, and they're fuck all now that we're all playing on a level playing field.
If you are given more money than any other club in the history of the game, if you are constantly being given refereeing decisions that defy logic but are of considerable assistance to the one club, and if your manager is a snarling, uncouth, foul-mouthed bully who is allowed to do what he likes and say what he likes, allowed to choose which referee he personally will allow to take charge of all his games, and your financial dominance over the rest of the league means you can cherry-pick all the best players home and abroad, it would be criminal if you DIDN'T win almost everything on offer.
Fast forward a few years and see how things have changed: other clubs now have immense wealth and power, they can now have more than just a say as to which players go where and why. The Premier league is no longer one club's domain, they have serious opposition.
And just look at that one club now. Just look at how far they have fallen, how far down the pecking order they have plummeted to.
And the man who single-handedly caused this fall from grace sits there today, arms folded in a hollow gesture of defiance, scowling at the bitter memory of a failed court battle over a racing horse, a battle that ultimately delivered the club over to the Glazers
An octogenarian with a history of alcohol abuse who would rather sit in the grim surroundings of the club he once managed than sit at home with hearth and wife. A man who seemingly has no reason to exist other that to stalk the empty corridors of a football stadium where once he was exalted as a God, a new Messiah for Sky's plastic empire, fawned over by the likes of Richard Keyes and Martin Tyler.
Meanwhile, the very club this man publicly insulted on a regular basis is now leading the way. The best football seen in this country, ever. The absolute best players that have ever participated in the sport, the most loyal fans to observe and appreciate this wondrous style of play, the club that has smashed nearly all records, the Centurions, arguably far superior to the Barca sides from years gone by. The club that continues to rub salt in to the very wounds of the Glaswegian Führer who once sneered so disdainfully at his 'noisy neighbours.'
It won't be a bunker in Berlin for this particular demagogue, it'll be a disused bus shelter in a lay-by somewhere, empty Jack Daniels bottles at his feet.
Thanks.John Maddocks was club historian but Phil Noble was given that title at one point after John. I’ve never officially been MCFC club historian or employee of the club. I’ve done project work with City at times, some of which I’ve been paid for (like when I set up the original museum).
Maddocks was a great guy and helped me a lot when I first started writing.
He's just a youngster......
Mrs Vienna’s Dad used to run three teams out of the Old Cock in Stretford.Quite agree. I was still playing Sunday league in 1975. Hough End was a fine place to play on.
So what is it exactly you're trying say.....The rags were fuck all before the Premier League money rescued them, and they're fuck all now that we're all playing on a level playing field.
If you are given more money than any other club in the history of the game, if you are constantly being given refereeing decisions that defy logic but are of considerable assistance to the one club, and if your manager is a snarling, uncouth, foul-mouthed bully who is allowed to do what he likes and say what he likes, allowed to choose which referee he personally will allow to take charge of all his games, and your financial dominance over the rest of the league means you can cherry-pick all the best players home and abroad, it would be criminal if you DIDN'T win almost everything on offer.
Fast forward a few years and see how things have changed: other clubs now have immense wealth and power, they can now have more than just a say as to which players go where and why. The Premier league is no longer one club's domain, they have serious opposition.
And just look at that one club now. Just look at how far they have fallen, how far down the pecking order they have plummeted to.
And the man who single-handedly caused this fall from grace sits there today, arms folded in a hollow gesture of defiance, scowling at the bitter memory of a failed court battle over a racing horse, a battle that ultimately delivered the club over to the Glazers
An octogenarian with a history of alcohol abuse who would rather sit in the grim surroundings of the club he once managed than sit at home with hearth and wife. A man who seemingly has no reason to exist other that to stalk the empty corridors of a football stadium where once he was exalted as a God, a new Messiah for Sky's plastic empire, fawned over by the likes of Richard Keyes and Martin Tyler.
Meanwhile, the very club this man publicly insulted on a regular basis is now leading the way. The best football seen in this country, ever. The absolute best players that have ever participated in the sport, the most loyal fans to observe and appreciate this wondrous style of play, the club that has smashed nearly all records, the Centurions, arguably far superior to the Barca sides from years gone by. The club that continues to rub salt in to the very wounds of the Glaswegian Führer who once sneered so disdainfully at his 'noisy neighbours.'
It won't be a bunker in Berlin for this particular demagogue, it'll be a disused bus shelter in a lay-by somewhere, empty Jack Daniels bottles at his feet.
He won’t be the only one in his village either….!!!Matt Lucas on Who Do You Think You Are now - identifies as a North London Jew so who does he support? Spurs or the Arses as his local teams............nooooo course not - yet another celebrity rag
So the rags set their sights on a player.
Agent says, "Man Utd fancy you signing for them".
Player says, "Really, what should I do"?
Agent - "Either sign for mega money and ruin your career - OR - run away, QUICK!!"
Maybe he was still pissed.A so called Dutch football expert on slysoprts news just said the rags have great centre half's.
I thought I was still pissed from last night.
But no after rewinding it he definitely just said it.
You must have watched a different version of that episode to me then as I watched it and he clearly came over as a season ticket holder at the EmeriitesMatt Lucas on Who Do You Think You Are now - identifies as a North London Jew so who does he support? Spurs or the Arses as his local teams............nooooo course not - yet another celebrity rag
As we have no history, what was the point of a museum ?John Maddocks was club historian but Phil Noble was given that title at one point after John. I’ve never officially been MCFC club historian or employee of the club. I’ve done project work with City at times, some of which I’ve been paid for (like when I set up the original museum).
Maddocks was a great guy and helped me a lot when I first started writing.
Very pretentious but they will take anybodys money even my mate and mine.the Boot Inn pub in Willington