Sky considering putting highlights on YouTube

[lastmanback]

Just seen advert for sky. You can now watch BT on sky for €10 extra a month. Think it's only available in Ireland.

 

[Bluearmy]

MotD is now little more than a rags propaganda show, with more than a sprinkling of dipper adulation on top.
It's been on its last legs for the past 30 years: it is tired, formulaic, and Lineker and his chums couldn't be more irritating if they tried.
On top of that they have Jonathan 'Squeak' Pearce screaming hysterically if a player so much as takes a throw in, and those God-forsaken bloody women commentators and their high-pitched screeching...FFS! Go away - a plague upon the lot of you!

And as for that vast mountain of lard, Garth Crooks (arguably the single most pretentious çunt on tv, and that accolade takes some beating, considering the wealth of competition), why can't that bloated, self-obsessed twat just waddle of into the sunset and never appear on British tv again?
He sits there like a fucking creosote-painted Buddha, all sweaty and shiny under the studio lights, desperately trying to come across as someone who can quote Descartè with the rest of the intellectual heavyweights the world over, when all he's doing is interviewing fucking Ian Holloway, or some such nonentity.
Thoughtfully cradling one of his 26 chins, and furrowing his brow in a feeble attempt at looking like a wealthy, cool, hip, streetwise university student, 'digging the sounds' at a dimly lit trad-jazz concert somewhere in Soho, while some stick thin coke-addled starlet is gorging herself on his flaccid member, trying in vain to spark a bit of life into his pitiful little manhood but failing miserably...

Fuck it! I've gone on too long, as ever.

Just cant take to people who sit on the fence... ;)

 

[Ted_Bovis]

Tweeted from his war bunker where he’s furiously concocting new weird flavours of crisps.

And cry-wanking.

 

[Blue Til Death]

Anything that gets that smug, champagne socialist **** off our screens, gets my vote..

 

[Stoned Rose]

Gary Lineker doesn't feel threatened:

I’m sure he’ll cushion the blow with the 12 million pound a week he gets paid for an hour’s ‘work’.

 

[AkanjisAfro]

MotD is now little more than a rags propaganda show, with more than a sprinkling of dipper adulation on top.
It's been on its last legs for the past 30 years: it is tired, formulaic, and Lineker and his chums couldn't be more irritating if they tried.
On top of that they have Jonathan 'Squeak' Pearce screaming hysterically if a player so much as takes a throw in, and those God-forsaken bloody women commentators and their high-pitched screeching...FFS! Go away - a plague upon the lot of you!

And as for that vast mountain of lard, Garth Crooks (arguably the single most pretentious çunt on tv, and that accolade takes some beating, considering the wealth of competition), why can't that bloated, self-obsessed twat just waddle of into the sunset and never appear on British tv again?
He sits there like a fucking creosote-painted Buddha, all sweaty and shiny under the studio lights, desperately trying to come across as someone who can quote Descartè with the rest of the intellectual heavyweights the world over, when all he's doing is interviewing fucking Ian Holloway, or some such nonentity.
Thoughtfully cradling one of his 26 chins, and furrowing his brow in a feeble attempt at looking like a wealthy, cool, hip, streetwise university student, 'digging the sounds' at a dimly lit trad-jazz concert somewhere in Soho, while some stick thin coke-addled starlet is gorging herself on his flaccid member, trying in vain to spark a bit of life into his pitiful little manhood but failing miserably...

Fuck it! I've gone on too long, as ever.

Did he sleep with your mrs?

 

[Stoned Rose]

The wig maketh the ****.

 

[higgi1p]

MotD is now little more than a rags propaganda show, with more than a sprinkling of dipper adulation on top.
It's been on its last legs for the past 30 years: it is tired, formulaic, and Lineker and his chums couldn't be more irritating if they tried.
On top of that they have Jonathan 'Squeak' Pearce screaming hysterically if a player so much as takes a throw in, and those God-forsaken bloody women commentators and their high-pitched screeching...FFS! Go away - a plague upon the lot of you!

And as for that vast mountain of lard, Garth Crooks (arguably the single most pretentious çunt on tv, and that accolade takes some beating, considering the wealth of competition), why can't that bloated, self-obsessed twat just waddle of into the sunset and never appear on British tv again?
He sits there like a fucking creosote-painted Buddha, all sweaty and shiny under the studio lights, desperately trying to come across as someone who can quote Descartè with the rest of the intellectual heavyweights the world over, when all he's doing is interviewing fucking Ian Holloway, or some such nonentity.
Thoughtfully cradling one of his 26 chins, and furrowing his brow in a feeble attempt at looking like a wealthy, cool, hip, streetwise university student, 'digging the sounds' at a dimly lit trad-jazz concert somewhere in Soho, while some stick thin coke-addled starlet is gorging herself on his flaccid member, trying in vain to spark a bit of life into his pitiful little manhood but failing miserably...

Fuck it! I've gone on too long, as ever.

Brilliant

 

[Toffee Man]

Did he sleep with your mrs?

Absolutely not if the rumours are true. He'd be more interested in sleeping with the husband .......... Allegedly

 

[CTID1977]

According to this video try to guess who has won the league