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Jose will soon put a stop to that.
Seems Harry Winks is our set piece go to guy now. A bit concerning but i might underestimate the kid.
This has always been a problem. I sometimes turn the telly off when we lead by 2 or more goals.
He's even sitting next to a statue of a woman's private parts in that photo.
You can see it in Pellegrini's eyes!
(I've been in Sullivan's house, not long after he moved there. Gold telephones in the shape of giant cocks, table legs in the image of a womans spread legs, giant erect cocks as ornaments on the mantal peice. Genuinely the stangest, cunt I've ever met. You instantly find yourself recoiling away from him when he gets close. Breath stinks of custard, in fact he stunk of the stuff. My skin is crawlling as I type.
You need to explain this. This is the best thing i've read in a long time.
You can see it in Pellegrini's eyes!
(I've been in Sullivan's house, not long after he moved there. Gold telephones in the shape of giant cocks, table legs in the image of a womans spread legs, giant erect cocks as ornaments on the mantal peice. Genuinely the stangest, cunt I've ever met. You instantly find yourself recoiling away from him when he gets close. Breath stinks of custard, in fact he stunk of the stuff. My skin is crawlling as I type.
Kane's foul on Snoddy was brilliant, mainly because it meant we can get treatment for Sissoko who was lying injured and West Ham had the ball. Great shithousing that also got little old Snoddy booked to.
I was a young whippersnapper salesman just starting out in life in my first job in the car business. A lovely but dodgy and successful car dealer who took me under his wing (who I bought shit loads of cars from) lived about 5mins from Sullivan and knew him well. Sullivan had a bowling alley built in the house and would invite all the wideboy spivs in Essex for drinks and a bowl. I was way out of my depth being about 18 whilst all these wideboys were well into their forties. It was so creepy I never stayed around long enough to know what went on but loads of stories about his Mrs and the lads' making use of those golden telephones if you get my drift.
I had a friend like that. But he's in prison now. Anyways, what is a wideboy?I was a young whippersnapper salesman just starting out in life in my first job in the car business. A lovely but dodgy and successful car dealer who took me under his wing (who I bought shit loads of cars from) lived about 5mins from Sullivan and knew him well. Sullivan had a bowling alley built in the house and would invite all the wideboy spivs in Essex for drinks and a bowl. I was way out of my depth being about 18 whilst all these wideboys were well into their forties. It was so creepy I never stayed around long enough to know what went on but loads of stories about his Mrs and the lads' making use of those golden telephones if you get my drift.
"Are you gonna substitute some players today?"
You can see it in Pellegrini's eyes!
(I've been in Sullivan's house, not long after he moved there. Gold telephones in the shape of giant cocks, table legs in the image of a woman's spread legs, giant erect cocks as ornaments on the mantelpiece. Genuinely the strangest cunt I've ever met. You instantly find yourself recoiling away from him when he gets close. Breath stinks of custard, in fact, he stunk of the stuff. My skin is crawling as I type).
It's the wierdest thing, as a Spanish speaker I can read Portuguese without too much problem but can barely understand a word when it's spoken. African and Brazilian speakers are a bit easier but those from Portugal itself sound almost Russian, as you say
