Redstar Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 Nicked from AbMad...originally from a Sheffield Utd fan Dear Sir, I'm feeling all angry about these modern day footballers, I know why they have gone all soft - it's because of poncy names. That's what it is. Remember in the old days, when footy players kicked a f*cking ball made out of ten pound of clay stitched inside a steel-reinforced leather shell with laces made out of piano wire? Well, in them days players could only survive the rigours of the game because they were called things like Albert, Bert, Harry, Bill, Eddie, Bob, Jack and Tommy. F*cking tough names for tough men, them was. And what do we have now? Gareth, Jason, Wayne, Dean, Ryan, Jamie, Robbie. F*cking tarts' names, they are. Great big f*cking puffs. No wonder the ball's like a f*cking balloon and shin pads are like slices of bread. In the old days you never saw a Len Shackleton or a Billy Wright with a puffy little Sondico piece of paper down his little socks. F*cking shin pads in them days was made out of library books, and socks was like sackcloth. Same with the jerseys. F*cking shirts with holes in now so they can breathe. Yes, so that little Jody's hairless chest can breathe and he doesn't get a chill. F*ck off. Stanley Matthews used to dribble round Europe's finest wearing a f*cking tent and shorts cobbled together from the jacket of his de-mob suit. Aye, he f*cking did. No wonder players fall over all the time whenever an opponent comes anywhere near them. and they never used to show arses at one another either. Can you imagine what might have happened if Don Revie had flashed his ring at Nat Lofthouse during a City-Bolton Wanderers game? He'd have got one of them size-13 hobnail f*ckers up his b*stard chuff. F*cking therapy for stress my arse! Stan Collymore slaps his missus about and he takes three seasons off with stress counselling. What the f*ck is that all about? In the old days it was expected for footballers to belt the old sow about a bit, especially after a bad defeat. and the women used to expect it, and so they should have. They were lucky to be married to footballers. Ha! Trevor Morley got a kitchen knife in his back off his wife and was out of action for three month. Soft ****. Archie Mc****t of Port Vale got run over with horse and cart one Friday night and he still turned out against Bradford the following day. and he scored two goals. That's cos his name wasn't "Trevor". Good old Archie. Broke his hip, both his legs, murdered his wife and buried her under the patio and still made the England team for the Home Internationals. Did he have any "stress counselling"? Did he bollocks! And drugs? There was none of that in the old days. Oh, no. In them days it was a quick shot of morphine before kick-off and you was lucky if you got that. By half-time it had all but worn off so they pumped you full of laudanum. None of this cocaine sniffing and shooting up class A narcotics. Goal celebrations? Don't talk to me about goal celebrations. Crawling on the floor and thrusting their hips at the crowd. Huh! I'd like to have seen Cliff Bastin do that after a run down the left flank and crossing for Alex James to fire home a winner. Handshakes... and that was all you got. That and a w*nk in the showers afterwards. But it was a proper w*nk ...all man stuff. None of these puffy w*nks between blokes that you get nowadays with players like Graeme Le Saux and Stephen Gerrard. Allegedly. In them days, there was nowt wrong with it cos it didn't mean nowt. They used to say there was a "gay atmosphere" in the dressing room after the match. But it didn't mean owt mucky. Just a bit of harmless spanking the plank among healthy young sportsmen. Aye. I know. Me dad told me. Sixty grand a f*cking week! Ha! I wouldn't pay 'em tuppence. Two bob Tommy Lawton used to get... a month! and Tom Finney still worked as a plumber four days a week when he was playing for England. It's true, you know. F*cking is. Players had to work them days just to make up their money. Not like today. Stan Pearson had to clean sewers and doubled up as Old Trafford ****house cleaner. He had to go off during one game because some **** had built a log cabin and blocked the U-bend. And that Eddie Hapgood was a male model...though he never liked to talk about it. So I say we start calling kids real male names again. If you're having a kid, don't even consider puffy names and ****e names like what people call their kids these days. Otherwise what we gonna get in twenty years' time? The England team full of players called Keanu, Ronan, Ashley and f*cking Chesney. F*ck that! Call your kids Alf, Herbert, Len, Frank, Fred and Wilf. And let's get the puffs out of the game once and for all. 2 Link to comment
The Boofon Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 "Nicked from AbMad" That was enough for me to stop reading. I'm sure it's well written. Link to comment
Redstar Posted June 17, 2012 Author Share Posted June 17, 2012 "Nicked from AbMad" That was enough for me to stop reading. I'm sure it's well written. Agreed there's some shocking...almost childlike vocabulary spouted..."originally from a Sheffield Utd fan" Link to comment
tup Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 Sixty grand a f*cking week! Ha! I wouldn't pay 'em tuppence. Don't worry, I won't be paying them. 1 Link to comment
Lencarl Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 Don't worry, I won't be paying them. Welcome back Link to comment
bonzodaddy73 Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 Don't worry, I won't be paying them.So Boofon released you from his dungeon? Link to comment
tup Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 I've been busy, I see the board has gone to the dogs in my absence. It's me who should be getting 2 1 Link to comment
tup Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 So Boofon released you from his dungeon? He's never going to reach my level so I thought I'd spare him from making an even bigger cunt of himself and let him step back to where he belongs, he's no sheriff, although he makes a fine deputy. 1 Link to comment
The Boofon Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 I've been busy, I see the board has gone to the dogs in my absence. It's me who should be getting Link to comment
spamspamspam Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 "Nicked from AbMad" That was enough for me to stop reading. I'm sure it's well written. TBH I read a couple of lines of it and got bored. I'd be surprised if it lasted on there though, has something about beating wimin in it. Link to comment
K-9 Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 Seen this few years back - nothing new. Think even was posted on here Link to comment
Redstar Posted June 17, 2012 Author Share Posted June 17, 2012 Seen this few years back - nothing new. Think even was posted on hereMaking me feel bad for posting it...thought it might put a smile on a few faces after the boring hun pish that's been going on of late Link to comment
K-9 Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 Making me feel bad for posting it...thought it might put a smile on a few faces after the boring hun pish that's been going on of lateLol - nae your fault - although it was shite first time around aswell!! Link to comment
Redstar Posted June 17, 2012 Author Share Posted June 17, 2012 Lol - nae your fault - although it was shite first time around aswell!! If nothing else it managed to coax tup out of exile... Link to comment
Big Man Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 I rather enjoyed that actually. Link to comment
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