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Thoughy it was written for Bale to score at the end , Ade definitely man of the match tonight.
My throat is fucked...... .
I went to watch this in a chelsea pub, so I knew what was on offer.
Most Bermudians are football people, and are split up amongst the usual suspects. So when Chelski got the first, all you got was "now thats what I'm talkin' about!"
" Yo momma!" and various other mild mannered Americanised epithets.
Except for the one "Cheeky,chirpy cocker-knee" in the faded 80's Chelski shirt - who was giving it the big - "come on Chelse!" folowed by - its gonner be 4-0!
Thankfully all this was at the TV over the bar, and I was in the main seated area - a man alone, in my finest white and cockerel.
Come the Adebayor spectacular - once (I had been) revived by a team of Bermudian paramedics, I shouted out, loud and proud - and followed it with a clearly audible - "well it won't be 4- NIL, then!"
"It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings!" came the reply, from cock-er knee boy......
"or the fat fucking manager, in your case" I replied to more than a few laughs.
At half time - wanky boy walks right behind me singinging-a-ling, loads of chelski songs. As he goes off for a piss (yawn)
At the end, its all silence - and then I go out to get on my bike (scooter) to go home - and wanky boy is mounting his steed, to do the same.
he tries the chirpy grin and says, "no hard feelings" (but I remembered the fackin' yids comments)
so I said "you don't need the shirt or the shouting chelsea stuff at the TV to prove you're a Chelsea boy!"
and bless him, he said "why's that?"
"Because you're a cunt"
Its probably a bit sad fror most of you youngsters, but it made me feel really happy to see the stupid gobshite simply ride away
and a bit of a relief that I didn't have to go through the embarassment of trying to beat him to death with my crash helmet
two silly, 50 year (+) old fuckers behaving like 1970's hooligans in a Bermudian pub car park.
The grin on my face made up for Bale not horse cocking the bastards with his last free kick though
Souness is an idiot. He talks like he's too good to discuss football in depth. He just makes sweeping statements and then acts like 'thats it, I've just summed it up. Everyone stop talking'.
He said 'Boas inherited a very good squad, if he's not getting CL, why sack Harry?' Does he remember Modric, VDV or King leaving? Does he even know we have Kaboul, Dembele and Sandro missing?
Everyone also forgets that AVB inherited a side in relegation form.
Correct me if I'm wrong but aren't we on course to amass more points than last year. Our position in the tAble may be lower but put this points tally in other seasons and we'd be confortably top 4.
I went to watch this in a chelsea pub, so I knew what was on offer.
Most Bermudians are football people, and are split up amongst the usual suspects. So when Chelski got the first, all you got was "now thats what I'm talkin' about!"
" Yo momma!" and various other mild mannered Americanised epithets.
Except for the one "Cheeky,chirpy cocker-knee" in the faded 80's Chelski shirt - who was giving it the big - "come on Chelse!" folowed by - its gonner be 4-0!
Thankfully all this was at the TV over the bar, and I was in the main seated area - a man alone, in my finest white and cockerel.
Come the Adebayor spectacular - once (I had been) revived by a team of Bermudian paramedics, I shouted out, loud and proud - and followed it with a clearly audible - "well it won't be 4- NIL, then!"
"It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings!" came the reply, from cock-er knee boy......
"or the fat fucking manager, in your case" I replied to more than a few laughs.
At half time - wanky boy walks right behind me singinging-a-ling, loads of chelski songs. As he goes off for a piss (yawn)
At the end, its all silence - and then I go out to get on my bike (scooter) to go home - and wanky boy is mounting his steed, to do the same.
he tries the chirpy grin and says, "no hard feelings" (but I remembered the fackin' yids comments)
so I said "you don't need the shirt or the shouting chelsea stuff at the TV to prove you're a Chelsea boy!"
and bless him, he said "why's that?"
"Because you're a cunt"
Its probably a bit sad fror most of you youngsters, but it made me feel really happy to see the stupid gobshite simply ride away
and a bit of a relief that I didn't have to go through the embarassment of trying to beat him to death with my crash helmet
two silly, 50 year (+) old fuckers behaving like 1970's hooligans in a Bermudian pub car park.
The grin on my face made up for Bale not horse cocking the bastards with his last free kick though
Looking back, and just realised both our goals were Fucking great goals!
Siggy's could be a goal of the season candidate in my eyes.
Wasn't it offside? I was watching in a pub and I. I couldn't hear the commentary but the video looked like he was offside.
His next effort was on side though. But given off.
I went to watch this in a chelsea pub, so I knew what was on offer.
Most Bermudians are football people, and are split up amongst the usual suspects. So when Chelski got the first, all you got was "now thats what I'm talkin' about!"
" Yo momma!" and various other mild mannered Americanised epithets.
Except for the one "Cheeky,chirpy cocker-knee" in the faded 80's Chelski shirt - who was giving it the big - "come on Chelse!" folowed by - its gonner be 4-0!
Thankfully all this was at the TV over the bar, and I was in the main seated area - a man alone, in my finest white and cockerel.
Come the Adebayor spectacular - once (I had been) revived by a team of Bermudian paramedics, I shouted out, loud and proud - and followed it with a clearly audible - "well it won't be 4- NIL, then!"
"It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings!" came the reply, from cock-er knee boy......
"or the fat fucking manager, in your case" I replied to more than a few laughs.
At half time - wanky boy walks right behind me singinging-a-ling, loads of chelski songs. As he goes off for a piss (yawn)
At the end, its all silence - and then I go out to get on my bike (scooter) to go home - and wanky boy is mounting his steed, to do the same.
he tries the chirpy grin and says, "no hard feelings" (but I remembered the fackin' yids comments)
so I said "you don't need the shirt or the shouting chelsea stuff at the TV to prove you're a Chelsea boy!"
and bless him, he said "why's that?"
"Because you're a cunt"
Its probably a bit sad fror most of you youngsters, but it made me feel really happy to see the stupid gobshite simply ride away
and a bit of a relief that I didn't have to go through the embarassment of trying to beat him to death with my crash helmet
two silly, 50 year (+) old fuckers behaving like 1970's hooligans in a Bermudian pub car park.
The grin on my face made up for Bale not horse cocking the bastards with his last free kick though
Looking back, and just realised both our goals were Fucking great goals!
Siggy's could be a goal of the season candidate in my eyes.