Cobwebcat
Well-Known Member
How addictive is all this?
What were the chances of the richest owners ever buying our club?
The combination is lethal. Any other club with any other owners and I wouldn't bother half as much. As it is I'm always on here checking out the nonsense. I've not been married a year yet and all she gets out of me is "oh yeah very nice" Meals are consumed at record pace, favourite TV shows are taped never to be watched and when we are away I'm always on the mobile net.
I love and hate our ITK's in equal measure. I feel like I've been invited to a brilliant party but when I get there I'm only allowed to press my nose against the window and try and make out what's going on inside. I can see Tolmie's Hairdoo drinking champers with Noel Gallagher and Ajay cycles past in his pedal car munching a sarnie.
Every now and again I'm invited inside to see Yaya Silva and Boateng but afterwards I always have to leave and end up back at the window trying to catch a glimpse of Torres or Lahm...."who was that I just saw was it?...." but the curtains have been drawn. All I can hear is Tolmie howling "I never thought I'd see you here" whilst I tap on the window in the vain hope I will be allowed in for a drink and a chat with the rest of the ITKs and secret signings.
"Oh yes I signed days ago but nobody will know till tomorrow or maybe the next day.....have a slice of pie" but I can't see who it is...all I've got is Tolmie singing "Painter Man" by Boney M in my head.
But no matter, on 1st September 2010 we are all invited to the end of transfer window party where we will meet everyone and eat chipsticks and caviar.
Only 47 days left. Will I still have a wife? Will the cat get fed? Will I be able to sneak into the party before the final celebration.
I might be losing my mind. Please tell me I'm not on my own.
What were the chances of the richest owners ever buying our club?
The combination is lethal. Any other club with any other owners and I wouldn't bother half as much. As it is I'm always on here checking out the nonsense. I've not been married a year yet and all she gets out of me is "oh yeah very nice" Meals are consumed at record pace, favourite TV shows are taped never to be watched and when we are away I'm always on the mobile net.
I love and hate our ITK's in equal measure. I feel like I've been invited to a brilliant party but when I get there I'm only allowed to press my nose against the window and try and make out what's going on inside. I can see Tolmie's Hairdoo drinking champers with Noel Gallagher and Ajay cycles past in his pedal car munching a sarnie.
Every now and again I'm invited inside to see Yaya Silva and Boateng but afterwards I always have to leave and end up back at the window trying to catch a glimpse of Torres or Lahm...."who was that I just saw was it?...." but the curtains have been drawn. All I can hear is Tolmie howling "I never thought I'd see you here" whilst I tap on the window in the vain hope I will be allowed in for a drink and a chat with the rest of the ITKs and secret signings.
"Oh yes I signed days ago but nobody will know till tomorrow or maybe the next day.....have a slice of pie" but I can't see who it is...all I've got is Tolmie singing "Painter Man" by Boney M in my head.
But no matter, on 1st September 2010 we are all invited to the end of transfer window party where we will meet everyone and eat chipsticks and caviar.
Only 47 days left. Will I still have a wife? Will the cat get fed? Will I be able to sneak into the party before the final celebration.
I might be losing my mind. Please tell me I'm not on my own.