United Thread 2014/15 (continued)

[Malty]

Turtlehead clearly rattled and defensive/aggressive to a laughable degree

They fooked it up good and proper and the TH is developing a nasty bullyboy streak with the press...

He's like a little fucking kid.

'Louis, what did you think about the Falcao possible foul in the build up to Chelsea's goal?'

'Well, you saw it, what did YOU think? You are asking about it, so you must agree'

Next response SHOULD have been: 'I am the interviewer, you are being interviewed, people want to hear your views, not mine'.

they never have the bottle to question that fucking plank.

When Rooney was asked about Herrera's penalty claim near the end of the game he said he didn't see it. The next question should have been well what were you remonstrating with the referee about? But like you said they don't have the guts to put the cheats on the spot.

Reporters in our country take it up the ass. In foreign countries they sometimes get in rows/arguments with these superstar..

 

[mad4city]

I was off with the wife & lad for the weekend; lording it up at a country lodge in South Tipperary.
Anyway, I'm at the bar getting a pint to take back to the room and this auld git points to my shirt and, in a rich Dublin accent, asks me "what crest is that?".
So I answer politely and brace myself:
"Is that the same Man City that got their arse handed to them last week?" he gloated.
I ignored him and, in my own mind, cursed myself for not calling lager instead of Guinness. At least then, I'd be served quickly and wouldn't have to be listening to the prick.
Well, the guy tried to smooth it over. I grunted as he gave me the 'I'm only joking speech etc' and the tried to assure me of his bona fide Utd fan status.
"I first went to Old Trafford in 1948," he assured me.
"Wow!" I said. "Bet Old Trafford was a fine stadium - even in 1948!"
Oh but he waxed lyrical about Old Trafford in 1948. Couldn't name any players but the atmosphere and the huge crowds etc etc etc...

I let him off.
My pint finally turned up. I said goodnight, bit my lip and fucked off up to my room.
He was old. I let him have his gloat and also his white lie. Hey! I was on holiday and that shit is all that those c**ts have left, these days.

 

[stony]

I was off with the wife & lad for the weekend; lording it up at a country lodge in South Tipperary.
Anyway, I'm at the bar getting a pint to take back to the room and this auld git points to my shirt and, in a rich Dublin accent, asks me "what crest is that?".
So I answer politely and brace myself:
"Is that the same Man City that got their arse handed to them last week?" he gloated.
I ignored him and, in my own mind, cursed myself for not calling lager instead of Guinness. At least then, I'd be served quickly and wouldn't have to be listening to the prick.
Well, the guy tried to smooth it over. I grunted as he gave me the 'I'm only joking speech etc' and the tried to assure me of his bona fide Utd fan status.
"I first went to Old Trafford in 1948," he assured me.
"Wow!" I said. "Bet Old Trafford was a fine stadium - even in 1948!"
Oh but he waxed lyrical about Old Trafford in 1948. Couldn't name any players but the atmosphere and the huge crowds etc etc etc...

I let him off.
My pint finally turned up. I said goodnight, bit my lip and fucked off up to my room.
He was old. I let him have his gloat and also his white lie. Hey! I was on holiday and that shit is all that those c**ts have left, these days.

You're too soft mate, I'd have gone for the fucking jugular. Nazi war criminals don't get away with it because of their age, so geriatric, lying, plastic, rag cunts shouldn't either.

 

[lancs blue]

I was off with the wife & lad for the weekend; lording it up at a country lodge in South Tipperary.
Anyway, I'm at the bar getting a pint to take back to the room and this auld git points to my shirt and, in a rich Dublin accent, asks me "what crest is that?".
So I answer politely and brace myself:
"Is that the same Man City that got their arse handed to them last week?" he gloated.
I ignored him and, in my own mind, cursed myself for not calling lager instead of Guinness. At least then, I'd be served quickly and wouldn't have to be listening to the prick.
Well, the guy tried to smooth it over. I grunted as he gave me the 'I'm only joking speech etc' and the tried to assure me of his bona fide Utd fan status.
"I first went to Old Trafford in 1948," he assured me.
"Wow!" I said. "Bet Old Trafford was a fine stadium - even in 1948!"
Oh but he waxed lyrical about Old Trafford in 1948. Couldn't name any players but the atmosphere and the huge crowds etc etc etc...

I let him off.
My pint finally turned up. I said goodnight, bit my lip and fucked off up to my room.
He was old. I let him have his gloat and also his white lie. Hey! I was on holiday and that shit is all that those c**ts have left, these days.

Fascinating, the rags didn't return to the swamp until the start of the 1949/50 season because of Uwe's grandad's efforts. Was he at Maine Rd or just fantasising?

 

[East Level 2]

I was off with the wife & lad for the weekend; lording it up at a country lodge in South Tipperary.
Anyway, I'm at the bar getting a pint to take back to the room and this auld git points to my shirt and, in a rich Dublin accent, asks me "what crest is that?".
So I answer politely and brace myself:
"Is that the same Man City that got their arse handed to them last week?" he gloated.
I ignored him and, in my own mind, cursed myself for not calling lager instead of Guinness. At least then, I'd be served quickly and wouldn't have to be listening to the prick.
Well, the guy tried to smooth it over. I grunted as he gave me the 'I'm only joking speech etc' and the tried to assure me of his bona fide Utd fan status.
"I first went to Old Trafford in 1948," he assured me.
"Wow!" I said. "Bet Old Trafford was a fine stadium - even in 1948!"
Oh but he waxed lyrical about Old Trafford in 1948. Couldn't name any players but the atmosphere and the huge crowds etc etc etc...

I let him off.
My pint finally turned up. I said goodnight, bit my lip and fucked off up to my room.
He was old. I let him have his gloat and also his white lie. Hey! I was on holiday and that shit is all that those c**ts have left, these days.

Fascinating, the rags didn't return to the swamp until the start of the 1949/50 season because of Uwe's grandad's efforts. Was he at Maine Rd or just fantasising?

He could have meant the cricket ground.
Otherwise chatting sh*t is hardly unknown amongst our rag neighbours. Wherever they come from.

 

[r.soleofsalford]

I was off with the wife & lad for the weekend; lording it up at a country lodge in South Tipperary.
Anyway, I'm at the bar getting a pint to take back to the room and this auld git points to my shirt and, in a rich Dublin accent, asks me "what crest is that?".
So I answer politely and brace myself:
"Is that the same Man City that got their arse handed to them last week?" he gloated.
I ignored him and, in my own mind, cursed myself for not calling lager instead of Guinness. At least then, I'd be served quickly and wouldn't have to be listening to the prick.
Well, the guy tried to smooth it over. I grunted as he gave me the 'I'm only joking speech etc' and the tried to assure me of his bona fide Utd fan status.
"I first went to Old Trafford in 1948," he assured me.
"Wow!" I said. "Bet Old Trafford was a fine stadium - even in 1948!"
Oh but he waxed lyrical about Old Trafford in 1948. Couldn't name any players but the atmosphere and the huge crowds etc etc etc...

I let him off.
My pint finally turned up. I said goodnight, bit my lip and fucked off up to my room.
He was old. I let him have his gloat and also his white lie. Hey! I was on holiday and that shit is all that those c**ts have left, these days.

you want flogging, dont let the cunts get away with anything

 

[pirate]

why the hell are you arsed?
and those RED circles look shite on here, fuckin get rid of them.

It'd be Like someone from Manchester going to the Emirates and staying in Kent! Bury is miles away from Trafford and it's North of the city and nowhere near the M6 for the drive home.

Can I just point out that Kent has many advantages lacking in Bury?

It's a beautiful county with lots of chocolate box scenery and really lovely country pubs.

It has the high speed javelin train to St. Pancras meaning you could stay close to Ebbsfleet International train station and from there be in St Pancras in 18 minutes. If you wanted to go to the Emirates it's just a 10 minute tube journey from St Pancras.

So, staying in Kent should you wish to visit the Emirates is a highly sensible thing to do.

Yes, I live in Kent and support Charlton so I know what I'm talking about. Just saying, mind.

you obviously dont live in the medway towns

think essex, remove all traces of class, then yohave the medway towns

 

[manimanc]

Not seen 1 rag top for the past 2 days..
Did they get beat by any chance?
Fuck me it felt like I was back in the 80s and 90's last week, sharp and Vodafone rag shirts everywhere I turned, fickle fuckin softarses...
Obviously still in the washing machines trying to get the jizz off em after their cup final win.

 

[CheethamHillBlue]

He's like a little fucking kid.

'Louis, what did you think about the Falcao possible foul in the build up to Chelsea's goal?'

'Well, you saw it, what did YOU think? You are asking about it, so you must agree'

Next response SHOULD have been: 'I am the interviewer, you are being interviewed, people want to hear your views, not mine'.

they never have the bottle to question that fucking plank.

When Rooney was asked about Herrera's penalty claim near the end of the game he said he didn't see it. The next question should have been well what were you remonstrating with the referee about? But like you said they don't have the guts to put the cheats on the spot.

correct.

+ 1

 

[Carver]

I was off with the wife & lad for the weekend; lording it up at a country lodge in South Tipperary.
Anyway, I'm at the bar getting a pint to take back to the room and this auld git points to my shirt and, in a rich Dublin accent, asks me "what crest is that?".
So I answer politely and brace myself:
"Is that the same Man City that got their arse handed to them last week?" he gloated.
I ignored him and, in my own mind, cursed myself for not calling lager instead of Guinness. At least then, I'd be served quickly and wouldn't have to be listening to the prick.
Well, the guy tried to smooth it over. I grunted as he gave me the 'I'm only joking speech etc' and the tried to assure me of his bona fide Utd fan status.
"I first went to Old Trafford in 1948," he assured me.
"Wow!" I said. "Bet Old Trafford was a fine stadium - even in 1948!"
Oh but he waxed lyrical about Old Trafford in 1948. Couldn't name any players but the atmosphere and the huge crowds etc etc etc...

I let him off.
My pint finally turned up. I said goodnight, bit my lip and fucked off up to my room.
He was old. I let him have his gloat and also his white lie. Hey! I was on holiday and that shit is all that those c**ts have left, these days.

Fascinating, the rags didn't return to the swamp until the start of the 1949/50 season because of Uwe's grandad's efforts. Was he at Maine Rd or just fantasising?

He could have meant the cricket ground.
Otherwise chatting sh*t is hardly unknown amongst our rag neighbours. Wherever they come from.

Might not have been lying, he could have been one of the workmen rebuilding it into that post war shitehole.