Biggest **** in the media

Neil Ashton. Hands down the biggest/smariest c*nt out there.

Also cannot physically stand Dwight Yorke. His pitching himself for the Aston Villa managerial job last season live on Talksports breakfast show was truly embarrassing.

C*nts the pair of them.
 
That Jamie Jackson article in The Guardian after our win in Rome in 2014 persuaded me to pay no further attention to football journalists whatsoever. From time to time, when I am relaxed, I skim through some of Paul WIlson articles and that just confirms I did the right thing. I've been listening to tS lately, it relieves some stress in the office, and that character Darren Lewis really steals for a living.
 
Pretty much all of them. Before the Sheik they were mostly indifferent to us, we were a mid-table (or even lower!) club with no apparent aspirations to challenge their darling cartel. But now we are a formidable opposition to anyone and we are gathering worldwide compliments for the way the club is being looked after. From corporate hospitality to the rejuvenation of the surrounding areas, the promoting of youth, the women's football, etc. Overall the club is making huge progress both on and off the field, we are -in short- an entirely different enterprise to the one under Swales and the like. A club going somewhere. Somewhere fit for the 21st Century.

Whilst over the road is a rotting and decomposing corpse that was once a football club, but is now a cadaver so rancid and foul-smelling that nobody wants to perform the last rites on it for fear of contamination. A club that not only flirted with the Devil but courted it, married it, became inseminated by it, and then gave birth to the grotesque myth of 'The U*ited Way'. That well-known work of fiction about a football club that rose like a phoenix from the ashes of Munich to become the all-conquering kings of the modern era. A 'People's Club' that epitomised the working class ethos of post-war England. A club for the community, a club built on integrity and honesty. In short, the biggest load of bare-faced lies and propaganda since the embryonic years of the Third Reich.

The sports journalists in this country are forced to perpetuate the 'The U*ited Way' myth because the club makes money, a lot of it. It is a 'name' club, a club where the football itself comes in as a poor second to the commercial aspirations of its owners.

Here endeth my rant.
 
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Pretty much all of them. Before the Sheik they were mostly indifferent to us, we were a mid-table (or even lower!) club with no apparent aspirations to challenge their darling cartel. But now we are a formidable opposition to anyone and we are gathering worldwide compliments for the way the club is being looked after. From corporate hospitality to the rejuvenation of the surrounding areas, the promoting of youth, the women's football, etc. Overall the club is making huge progress both on and off the field, we are -in short- an entirely different enterprise to the one under Swales and the like. A club going somewhere. Somewhere fit for the 21st Century.

Whilst over the road is a rotting and decomposing corpse that was once a football club, but is now a cadaver so rancid and foul-smelling that nobody wants to perform the last rites on it for fear of contamination. A club that not only flirted with the Devil but courted it, married it, became inseminated by it, and then gave birth to the grotesque myth of 'The U*ited Way'. That well-known work of fiction about a football club that rose like a phoenix from the ashes of Munich to become the all-conquering kings of the modern era. A 'People's Club' that epitomised the working class ethos of post-war England. A club for the community, a club built on integrity and honesty. In short, the biggest load of bare-faced lies and propaganda since the embryonic years of the Third Reich.

The sports journalists in this country are forced to perpetuate the 'The U*ited Way' myth because the club makes money, a lot of it. It is a 'name' club, a club where the football itself comes in as a poor second to the commercial aspirations of its owners.

Here endeth my rant.
Well said!!
 
James Robson at the MUEN , the City sports editor on the arse wipe of a newspaper , everything he writes about our club is shit stirring negativity , wrote him several e-mails and not one acknowledgement , a f*cking coward who it appears answers to on one , can't wait to see MGN close this now sad excuse of a newspaper down. someone should inform Robson 658.9 million of the scums 659m fans do not live in Manchester
 
James Robson at the MUEN , the City sports editor on the arse wipe of a newspaper , everything he writes about our club is shit stirring negativity , wrote him several e-mails and not one acknowledgement , a f*cking coward who it appears answers to on one , can't wait to see MGN close this now sad excuse of a newspaper down. someone should inform Robson 658.9 million of the scums 659m fans do not live in Manchester
658.975 million (edited for accuracy! )
 
So many fucks...I agree with many. Easier to say who I like...Gav Marcotti/Vickery
 
Hold press...that Perry Groves is a gob shite!
 
Fatty Holmes has just described Lukaku as a bargain 75m.
Well, we'll see when the rags go down a goal or two, if his past record is anything to go by, that's when his head goes down
and the strolling around the pitch starts. That fat greasy twat has had his quivering chops fixed into
a rictus of glee with his beloved 'local' team's promising start.
Hope his Mrs gets shagged cross eyed by her partner in Strictly.
 
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