Have to post about this "fairytale" bollocks....
Why is the fairytale about a club that were tainted by a racist gangbang, have a racist striker, a wife beating defender and a perennial failure as a manager?
A club who are under suspicion of financial doping when they were promoted that are bankrolled by a massive corporation to the tune of a five year net spend of £50m?
A club who are stacked to the rafters full of players who, a short fourteen months ago were fucking awful. Huth not good enough for Stoke, Vardy couldn't hit water if he fell out of a boat, Mahrez who failed a trial for St Mirren, Albrighton who wasn't good enough for Aston fucking Villa. Kante is now the new Paul Pogba this season and NOBODY in France noticed him a year ago? Bullshit.
These fuckers are on something. Now, I know my way around a pill and I don't know of anything that can "make you a better footballer", but these fuckers are suspiciously better than last year. And it's certainly not due to Clive fucking Dunn being a tactical genius. Shower of fucking smackheads, mark my words.
Why isn't the fairytale about the organically growing club, who makes a transfer profit most seasons? The club who develop and play youth? The club with a young, up and coming manager (who I now accept is very good, after wanting him bulleted an embarrassingly short time ago)? A club who will provide half of England's team in the Euros and the next few tournaments? A club that isn't moving into a fucking dog racing stadium for £9 per year, but is financing and building a purpose built behemoth of a stadium? Where's our fucking fairytale?
Caveat to all this, I'm obviously a bad loser. I started the season thinking we'd finish seventh, so second or third is making me moister than a trout's ballsack. However, having been in the embryo position since 2200 on Monday night, because I'd started to believe, I just wanted to say "fuck you Leicester, you performance enhancing junkie cunts".
Why is the fairytale about a club that were tainted by a racist gangbang, have a racist striker, a wife beating defender and a perennial failure as a manager?
A club who are under suspicion of financial doping when they were promoted that are bankrolled by a massive corporation to the tune of a five year net spend of £50m?
A club who are stacked to the rafters full of players who, a short fourteen months ago were fucking awful. Huth not good enough for Stoke, Vardy couldn't hit water if he fell out of a boat, Mahrez who failed a trial for St Mirren, Albrighton who wasn't good enough for Aston fucking Villa. Kante is now the new Paul Pogba this season and NOBODY in France noticed him a year ago? Bullshit.
These fuckers are on something. Now, I know my way around a pill and I don't know of anything that can "make you a better footballer", but these fuckers are suspiciously better than last year. And it's certainly not due to Clive fucking Dunn being a tactical genius. Shower of fucking smackheads, mark my words.
Why isn't the fairytale about the organically growing club, who makes a transfer profit most seasons? The club who develop and play youth? The club with a young, up and coming manager (who I now accept is very good, after wanting him bulleted an embarrassingly short time ago)? A club who will provide half of England's team in the Euros and the next few tournaments? A club that isn't moving into a fucking dog racing stadium for £9 per year, but is financing and building a purpose built behemoth of a stadium? Where's our fucking fairytale?
Caveat to all this, I'm obviously a bad loser. I started the season thinking we'd finish seventh, so second or third is making me moister than a trout's ballsack. However, having been in the embryo position since 2200 on Monday night, because I'd started to believe, I just wanted to say "fuck you Leicester, you performance enhancing junkie cunts".