They rolled off my tongue.Beautiful words Ted , beautiful.
They rolled off my tongue.Beautiful words Ted , beautiful.
Pure poetry.It’s almost Sunday.
Fuck the lot of them. We are in a cup final tomorrow. Another bloody cup final. Let’s enjoy it as only we know how. With a lot of anxiety and ‘typical city’ floating around our heads.
Bollocks to the rags and the dippers. Fuck then both. Who gives a toss. We will win the league. The longer the dippers stay hopefuls the sweeter the victory when they win jack shit again.
Fuck them both. I’m off to Wembley and taking the lad to his first cup final. Fuck the bastard scum.
I hope you batter the vile cockney chavs. I don't hate City like you hate us. Chelsea are vile so enjoy the day, and when we turn over the scum it will be a good day all round YNWA
I hope to fuck the cameras pan away when it happens, will be half way through my Sunday roastKarma will dry fuck Salah's shitpipe with a cactus, the diving cuunt!
Whatever, you ticket! ;-)Hate predictive text. Was meant to say if these FUCKERS lose
It's some old song title.What does YNWA mean. Your not winning anything:) maybe next year
Its not just city that hate you its the whole country.that is the fault of your cheating,the favouritism shown and that piano toothed **** in charge.I hope you batter the vile cockney chavs. I don't hate City like you hate us. Chelsea are vile so enjoy the day, and when we turn over the scum it will be a good day all round YNWA