Dr Nowt

Whatever it reasonably takes to tempt Dortmund in to selling Reus before this clause of his kicks in. A super IP detector, that can sniff out banned posters coming on through a masked address and trying the same old tedious shit that saw them rejected by large numbers of the paying members, because they specifically come out of the woodwork after defeats to make a bad atmosphere worse and behave on here like they want the team to fail so they can score internet points.

Stop moaning and show me how to weigh my money properly so I can pay.

I dread to think what pelters he'll get when you do.

Like I said, as always I am focused on training and coaching my team.

Nasty that, mate. Bet you're tempted to round it up to 10 and use one of these from the shadows as they drive in and out!

I did a similar thing with my old fella. "People" was my answer.

Fuck me, the whole drive is yours? I thought there would be at least a few of you leading off of it. Do you dictate your posts to a small urchin, including correct spellings?

Don't recall one of the muppets being a sunbed tanned fanny rat who headbutts people and swears a lot. Must be a newer one I missed.

His driver was gutted, had to spend the afternoon cleaning the pool and buffing Stringy's shoes.

She should sell her story. Squids in.

"Now I'm fucking all your friends, cause you ran your mouth like I knew you would".

With boxing running out of new naff titles for its big match-ups, I was just thinking that Quigg Frampton could be named "McQuiggan". Night chaps.

Quite, therefore this had a natural home did it not?

Is there something wrong with the match thread, by the way?

Mignotelli, and everyone in between. Cunts.

Shocked and stunned that he didn't treat her like a fairy princess and whisk her away to be happy forever and ever and ever and ever. If he even met and blurted his curdled mess into her in the first place. The wretched shrew. Shit like that is truly hideous, and there's going to be an absolute job lot of it all season long.

I don't watch it, I just know where she's from.

How hinny, howay an' hoy a hamma o'er here.

To be honest, ascribing individual fault to players today is like poking around in a dog turd with a pen. Usual weaknesses we're all aware of on display, but along with that there were too many players coming back from injury and new to the club all thrown in there together with little shape or cohesion as a result, while the formation was also changed from the last game when we looked at our most convincing so far this season. It left us too much to do and from the first minute we were chasing a bus up a steep hill. The pieces were assembled poorly, almost randomly, such that we never gave ourselves the best chance of taking something from the game because we rarely carried a goal threat or looked like getting in behind Villa today at all, while our defensive frailties were largely no more or less than their usual self. Bizarrely, despite their last two performances at ours, we in addition once again set up in a way which gave their midfield the freedom of Anfield in the first-half. As Stringvest said we played to our weaknesses, and the lone striker should probably only be used if necessity forces it until some of these new lads are established enough to carry a real goal threat from the various midfield/wide positions, as we're like a dog with a muzzle on when we use it at present. Big Rodgers fan, but that one was on him first and foremost today, in my opinion. Bad day at the office, reminded me of the Southampton loss last season in that it just fizzled out and felt like a real waste of a defeat to have on our record. As much self-inflicted through poor performances from the manager and then players, in that order, as it was due to our opponents doing a neat and tidy, no-frills number on us.

Like, literally? Did Ayre drop his pen?

I was sending it on to my brother when I realised the clip I posted originally cuts off the end of the sketch. Added that one now.

Bang out of order. They're Bulgarian.

I want Coutinho to keep shooting from 20 yards. Hoping someone's going to knock it in from their seat.

Leave it out Stringy, the cunt has had 45 minutes back from injury to prove he isn't shit and failed miserably. Forever.