asahartford1
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I have just had £100 on solskaer being first manager sacked.
What price was he?
I have just had £100 on solskaer being first manager sacked.
1/5000.What were the odds quoted?
It really isn't a bad shout - what odds you get?I have just had £100 on solskaer being first manager sacked.
Only showing at 8/1 on Skybet unless Worsley has just skewed the odds ;-)What price was he?
Only showing at 8/1 on Skybet unless Worsley has just skewed the odds ;-)
It's all so boringly predictable with that lot and the media. Player signs for rags: overnight, player becomes the greatest talent ever seen in world football. The tabloids devote all their sport sections to the boy genius. There are countless interviews with people from his past who all declare him to be the living embodiment of Christ. He is predicted to surpass the achievements of every single player that ever existed and very soon Messi will have to bow at the feet of the Anointed One and accept that there is a new kid on the block who is both more skilful and much quicker than he himself could ever have been.
The entire United Kingdom is submerged under a veritable ocean of Martin Tyler's pleb spunk, Paddy Crerand's liver suddenly explodes inside his body after years of neglect and alcohol abuse, and ratboy is found dead, suffocated whilst attempting to climb inside the Pisscan's alimentary canal.
18 months later, the boy wonder, the saviour of English football, the God himself, has been released mid-contract from Port Vale and is last seen playing the triangle in a Deff Leppard tribute band somewhere in Minehead.
When do the tickets go on sale for the gig? I saw Def Leppard at Belle Vue, the Windermere Suite IIRC, in the 1980’s and thought they were quite good. Never got a chance again so a tribute band could be right up my street.It's all so boringly predictable with that lot and the media. Player signs for rags: overnight, player becomes the greatest talent ever seen in world football. The tabloids devote all their sport sections to the boy genius. There are countless interviews with people from his past who all declare him to be the living embodiment of Christ. He is predicted to surpass the achievements of every single player that ever existed and very soon Messi will have to bow at the feet of the Anointed One and accept that there is a new kid on the block who is both more skilful and much quicker than he himself could ever have been.
The entire United Kingdom is submerged under a veritable ocean of Martin Tyler's pleb spunk, Paddy Crerand's liver suddenly explodes inside his body after years of neglect and alcohol abuse, and ratboy is found dead, suffocated whilst attempting to climb inside the Pisscan's alimentary canal.
18 months later, the boy wonder, the saviour of English football, the God himself, has been released mid-contract from Port Vale and is last seen playing the triangle in a Deff Leppard tribute band somewhere in Minehead.