Caption time...

[Spy Bee]

Even when he closed his eyes and drew back the curtains, Jose knew for certain that he still had a shit coat!

 

Wanna get Dirked?

 

Riise: Look lads, look...

The Cheif: Look at him. He's about to run wild!

[The Chief]

 

AP: "Oi Big gay Bill, like i said to gollum, there's Liverpool, Man u and Arsenal all big clubs, and there's you lot there, a LITTLE club"

[Ezekiel 25:17]

Risse reacts to news of a school girls football tournament being hosted at Anfield

 

 

 

 

I knew I should of got that extra text bundle.

[Remmie]

Peter Crouch does not control the ball; it behaves itself in front of him

[dave u]

Remmie, that's class. It needs to be added to the Crouch facts list.

[Stephen Adams.]

Peter Crouch does not control the ball; it behaves itself in front of him

 

Brilliant

[Newport]

RB: "Momo, just call me Boss"

MS: "No Rafa. Momo is Boss:"

[Ezekiel 25:17]

 

Van der meyde, carsley, and lescott laugh about the time they took a picture of AJ on the bog

[Stephen Adams.]

 

Van der meyde, carsley, and lescott laugh about the time they took a picture of AJ on the bog

 

That clown on the left is the spit of Radzinski!

[Spy Bee]

David Moyes would have won Mr Universe... If...It...

[Ezekiel 25:17]

HK- Carra get that beer away from skippy !

 

 

Kewell always knew it was a bad idea having the lads around for a few bevvies.

[Hermes]

 

Rafa: "What time is it Harry?"

Kewell: "Two thirty boss".

Rafa:"I want to know the time, not your latest ailment. Ring the dentist."

[Nunavut Patrick]

 

Wenger's policy of signing foreign players goes a bit far with his latest interplanetary singing.

[Nunavut Patrick]

You don't think I've heard the three yellows joke before? Listen, son, I was famous before. I booked Salif Diao once.

[Nunavut Patrick]

 

EAT SOME GOUDA YOU SURRENDER MONKEY!

[Nunavut Patrick]

Jol (Thinks to himself): Sheeshh, strange league this. Look at this monkey jumping up and down. I wait till Jenas score late and then offer him some Gouda.

[Nunavut Patrick]

JMcF: Great save Timmy!

 

TH: Buummm....buuu...bummer blaster...fmphhh...spllhhh...twitch..twitch...bummy bummy James'ys like Moyes' bummy....fmphhh...spllllttt...fmmm...and Neville tooo...poopppy shoottttterrr lovvverrr....

[Nunavut Patrick]

*Incoming text of Championship fixture list*

 

Hmmm...Colchester away, Leeds away, Ipswich away, Wolverhampton away....I think I'll lock myself in a fish freezer.

 

 

What? What tw*t said they wanted financial advice? Was that you McManaman...come here and I'll twat you like I did at the derby.

[Nunavut Patrick]

Hey bankrupt Noggie ginge...come over here and see how far you can hit this with a 7-iron.

[Nunavut Patrick]

PK: Listen mate this semi-final might not go well so you wouldn't mind popping round the High Street to Thompson's and book me a Greek holiday....far away from Athens as possible.

[Nunavut Patrick]

Isss okkayy Momo, for sure soon you have the possibility of passing to a red shirt.

[Nunavut Patrick]

TH: Looking bad George. Your Montreal Canadiens out of the playoffs, my Dalls Stars down 3-1 to Vancouver.

GG: Not to worry, Tom. We'll have a May holiday in Athens.

[Nunavut Patrick]

Wenger loses plot.

 

MILLWALL> MILLWALL> MILLWALL> IT"S LIKE MILLWALL GETTING TO THE FINAL!!!

 

Wenger: Millwall. No better than Millwall getting to the Final.

Rafa: Okay, John focus. Ignore the ranting frenchman. He has eaten some bad Gouda.

 

Why why why did Lehmann get sent off...Millwall...I didn't see it....I must sign only English players....no better than Millwall making the Final...

 

Okay, I am going in. I'm going to juggle the ball and warm up. I am better than Henry.

 

Wenger takes a break as his bowels release 2 kilo's of bad Gouda sent to him as gift from a hotelier in Tottenham.

 

AW: You know Rafa, I never eat Gouda again. If you get package from hotel with Tottenham address send it back.

RB: Arsene, you know I only eat spicy wings.

[Nunavut Patrick]

You have no clue how bad it is Mark. Kewell is always texting me...I'm eating an Angus burger..I'm eating a pastie...I'm eating this, I'm eating that and I'll be starting in Athens.

[Nunavut Patrick]

MOURINHO LOSES PLOT

Sign your name....hehehehe..oh I am special...I feel strange; but that pre game snack of Gouda was yummy!

 

Jose: Pffftttttt....pfff..pfffttttt..pfffff

Ballack: What? What was that?

Ferreira: Not me, not me.

Player next to PF: Gouda! I smell Gouda!

 

Okay..it is 0-0...where is Huth? Huth Huth Huth...why why why....where is he?? I am tactical genius and where is my Huth??

 

Hahahaha! I know it was OVER THE LINE THIS MUCH!!! Gallas the fool couldn;t clear it so I sent him to Arsenal!!! Muhahaha....

 

These are not special shoes, these are not shoes of champion. If Huth was here I would wear his German engineered shoes. Huth Huth where is my Huth?

 

*winces and sings* 'They won it five times..they won it five times...because I sent Huth on too late..

 

PK: You see, it was just some bad Gouda.