Well that might of been a load of rubbish of a Monday night but at least I shut Charlie up.
That dimwit kid of mine for once stopped shouting his gob off last night so Pearcy-boy could hear me telling him to get behind that header and pop us one nil up.
If Alex McCartney shifted himself a bit he could have even stopped their goal and we’d be well up there.
Instead I got back in the car to hear Atkins waffling on about how much we wanted to win. Course we weren’t going to win you idiot. We were at home.
That idiot Tim Dellors had to make do without Amy Williams coz the greedy git was off getting more money on TV.
Will he be back for Friday? Depends if they pay double time for Bank Holidays at the BBC. I bet they do. They got my licence fee so I bet that’ll help pay the big girl’s blouse enough to make him stay on my radio.
Get lost Williams, shut up Atkins and clear off to Wigan. They can’t even beat Arsenal.
We’re gonna win thanks to me and all I know about football, we’re going up. Always said we would.
URZZZZZ.