So let’s respond, shall we? <takes deep breath>
Pink wheels.
That fucking fish tank.
Bling car for girlfriend.
Leaving your iPod - complete with emabarrassing 'content' - in a Manchester clothes shop cubicle.
A dead granny - who wasn’t. And then another.
Yer bling watch.
Bitching out of representing your country. They’ve now (rightly) written you off.
Underpants.
The Marx Brothers hair weave.
One good season. And even then you weren’t the fans’ player of the year.
A few retorts to your ill-formed opinions, Stephen:
“The family club I grew up in exists no more”
Yep, that’s the same family club that’s failed to win anything for three-and-a-half decades, Stephen. Look at all those world famous clubs, from Milan to Munich to Man United, from Liverpool to Barcelona to Real Madrid, even Juventus, Chelsea and Arsenal. They’ve all got one thing in common dear Stevie: you could never, ever call any of them a ‘family club’. Do you see?
“'What happens when Mancini goes? He takes his 50 recruits with him? The club's lost it's soul. And City matches are boring.'”
You said that after leaving, but kept schtum while you were here. And you know what? I could never be bored watching City stuff the hot shit out of whichever substandard outfit is loony enough to sign you up, Stevie. Ever.
Oh, and as for when Mancini goes, I don’t think anyone need worry about that for a very, very long time. Name me a single area - on or off the pitch - in which the club has not been improved. We are at least 30% stronger now than we were a year ago Steven. It would appear that “He got rid of everyone, even the cook left” is Irelandese for “he cleared out the deadwood with a vicious fervour and now the club works properly from top to bottom”. And that includes you, sonny Jim so don’t woman about it; just be a man and look to repair your own fading career and lifestyle, eh?
“I had contacts with #mufc, #lfc. #mcfc vetoed. I had to join a weaker team”
Oh boo-hoo: nasty, evil Siddy wouldn’t let lickle Stevie play for ‘Nytid or Liddypuwell. Strange however isn’t it that neither of your first loves came chasing you when Villa decided you were surplus, eh?
Pink wheels.
That fucking fish tank.
Bling car for girlfriend.
Leaving your iPod - complete with emabarrassing 'content' - in a Manchester clothes shop cubicle.
A dead granny - who wasn’t. And then another.
Yer bling watch.
Bitching out of representing your country. They’ve now (rightly) written you off.
Underpants.
The Marx Brothers hair weave.
One good season. And even then you weren’t the fans’ player of the year.
A few retorts to your ill-formed opinions, Stephen:
“The family club I grew up in exists no more”
Yep, that’s the same family club that’s failed to win anything for three-and-a-half decades, Stephen. Look at all those world famous clubs, from Milan to Munich to Man United, from Liverpool to Barcelona to Real Madrid, even Juventus, Chelsea and Arsenal. They’ve all got one thing in common dear Stevie: you could never, ever call any of them a ‘family club’. Do you see?
“'What happens when Mancini goes? He takes his 50 recruits with him? The club's lost it's soul. And City matches are boring.'”
You said that after leaving, but kept schtum while you were here. And you know what? I could never be bored watching City stuff the hot shit out of whichever substandard outfit is loony enough to sign you up, Stevie. Ever.
Oh, and as for when Mancini goes, I don’t think anyone need worry about that for a very, very long time. Name me a single area - on or off the pitch - in which the club has not been improved. We are at least 30% stronger now than we were a year ago Steven. It would appear that “He got rid of everyone, even the cook left” is Irelandese for “he cleared out the deadwood with a vicious fervour and now the club works properly from top to bottom”. And that includes you, sonny Jim so don’t woman about it; just be a man and look to repair your own fading career and lifestyle, eh?
“I had contacts with #mufc, #lfc. #mcfc vetoed. I had to join a weaker team”
Oh boo-hoo: nasty, evil Siddy wouldn’t let lickle Stevie play for ‘Nytid or Liddypuwell. Strange however isn’t it that neither of your first loves came chasing you when Villa decided you were surplus, eh?