Blue Smarties
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Lucky Toma said:A guy wins the lottery and decides to design and build his dream house.
To be honest 'house' doesnt even begin to cover it. We're talking a huge f***-off mansion. An awe-inspiring building. A work of art.
He hires the best builders he can find and a classy Italian arcitect and work begins.
The neighbours gripe and grumble. They scowl enviously as they pass.
The foundations are laid followed soon after by the bricks and mortar. The roof is put on.
In time the very best fabrics, glass, and marble will be delivered. From all corners of the world.
But right now its essentially a shell. A work in progress.
And the neighbours......bizarrely their envy turns to scorn.
'Look at your house!' they explain in glee, 'Its just an expensive shell!'
The guy is nonplussed. He lights a Cuban cigar and tilts his face upwards to the glinting sun.
Because he has seen the finished plans. And they are breath-taking.
He knows his history. Rome wasnt built in a day. It takes time and patience to construct something as wondrous as this.
He peers down the sumptious driveway and beyond the electronic gates and the jealous neighbours who stand and mock.
Across the road he sees a fine house....but he knows its mortgaged to the hilt.
Down the street he spies a man in an Everton shirt, dancing on his lawn......right beside a decrepid 'For Sale' sign thats been there for many years.
The guy smiles easily and looks forward to a glorious summer.
But does the architect know what he's doing?Lucky Toma said:A guy wins the lottery and decides to design and build his dream house.
To be honest 'house' doesnt even begin to cover it. We're talking a huge f***-off mansion. An awe-inspiring building. A work of art.
He hires the best builders he can find and a classy Italian arcitect and work begins.
The neighbours gripe and grumble. They scowl enviously as they pass.
The foundations are laid followed soon after by the bricks and mortar. The roof is put on.
In time the very best fabrics, glass, and marble will be delivered. From all corners of the world.
But right now its essentially a shell. A work in progress.
And the neighbours......bizarrely their envy turns to scorn.
'Look at your house!' they explain in glee, 'Its just an expensive shell!'
The guy is nonplussed. He lights a Cuban cigar and tilts his face upwards to the glinting sun.
Because he has seen the finished plans. And they are breath-taking.
He knows his history. Rome wasnt built in a day. It takes time and patience to construct something as wondrous as this.
He peers down the sumptious driveway and beyond the electronic gates and the jealous neighbours who stand and mock.
Across the road he sees a fine house....but he knows its mortgaged to the hilt.
Down the street he spies a man in an Everton shirt, dancing on his lawn......right beside a decrepid 'For Sale' sign thats been there for many years.
The guy smiles easily and looks forward to a glorious summer.
Chrisdunk said:Great thread but how many of us were calling Chelsea a plastic club when Abramovich took over them?
I was definitely one of those people, it's all abit hypocritical don't you think? I still see "Chelski" being posted on here & it's pretty cringeworthy
He obviously HADN´T been to specsavers ;pWhitworth warrior said:Yep, in 1963 my Uncle took me to gods own ground, he was the only United fan in the family at the time, I saw the light.C1TY4LIFE said:Oh well thats different its a lovely area, So I take you support United then?
Lucky Toma said:A guy wins the lottery and decides to design and build his dream house.
To be honest 'house' doesnt even begin to cover it. We're talking a huge f***-off mansion. An awe-inspiring building. A work of art.
He hires the best builders he can find and a classy Italian arcitect and work begins.
The neighbours gripe and grumble. They scowl enviously as they pass.
The foundations are laid followed soon after by the bricks and mortar. The roof is put on.
In time the very best fabrics, glass, and marble will be delivered. From all corners of the world.
But right now its essentially a shell. A work in progress.
And the neighbours......bizarrely their envy turns to scorn.
'Look at your house!' they explain in glee, 'Its just an expensive shell!'
The guy is nonplussed. He lights a Cuban cigar and tilts his face upwards to the glinting sun.
Because he has seen the finished plans. And they are breath-taking.
He knows his history. Rome wasnt built in a day. It takes time and patience to construct something as wondrous as this.
He peers down the sumptious driveway and beyond the electronic gates and the jealous neighbours who stand and mock.
Across the road he sees a fine house....but he knows its mortgaged to the hilt.
Down the street he spies a man in an Everton shirt, dancing on his lawn......right beside a decrepid 'For Sale' sign thats been there for many years.
The guy smiles easily and looks forward to a glorious summer.
Chrisdunk said:Great thread but how many of us were calling Chelsea a plastic club when Abramovich took over them?
I was definitely one of those people, it's all abit hypocritical don't you think? I still see "Chelski" being posted on here & it's pretty cringeworthy