Good evening ladies.
I rarely venture out. 45 and never been kissed, that’s what the carer says. Mind you she does shifts. ODM on weekdays because of his ‘needs’ and it’s me on Saturdays and Sundays. Partial care, 7-Eleven. There’s a word. Partial.
The dictionary definitions vary but the thrust of it’s meaning is ‘incomplete.’
Elland Road earlier wasn’t edifying. The football was almost outweighed by the litter not only upon the surrounding streets but the pitch. Trust me, this ain’t no ham-fisted segue to a simile. By the second half there were almost as many crisp packets on the pitch as there blades of grass. It’s environmentally grim oop morth.
Do we need a new striker? Or to coin the aggressive lament of the uninformed, ‘we naffin’ need a new striker!’ My only reply would be, ‘to do what with, exactly?’ What is the point of a buying a stellar racehorse if you can only propose to feed it on crisps?
What is vital is that we don’t allow this pretty rotten and rather isolated afternoon to become a platform for the Mr Magoo’s in our midst to feel as if they are somehow worth listening to. Harsh? Well I wasn’t the one who initiated the, ‘Jimmy Savile, he
******** your mum’ chant. I was not.
The in-depth analysis of the boys in the morning as per, but AVB took a punt today and it backfired on him. Today was about managerial naivety as much as it was about personnel. To start screaming for wholesale changes is beer talking. Scapegoating isn’t productive yet the boss will now 100%, have an ‘enhanced’ understanding of those that are fulfill his requirements: those who are actually capable, competent and committed.
The problem with Spurs is getting these wannabe superstars to stop whining and get them them involved. For starters someone urgently needs to scream ‘ARBEIT!’ into the lug hole of her royal highness Gareth Bale. It took Parker to shift he and his equally thick mate Azza into position in the second half. I could weep. Thick, thick children getting paid more than doctors that save endless lives…. Yet … oh I give up
As for the simpleton Walker, if the market values are right, then sell up and spare us all. AVB got rained on with his own 38 tonight. God was a way on business. Let’s get naffin’ fourth. I had a good home but I left.