Monthly Archives: December 2013

Arrgh! Now what? Now you know I know all there is to know about football but there weren’t no football today. Atkins has completely gone out of his head. He needs a holiday. Go to the moon you bleedin’ halfwit. … Continue reading →

Blackman? Blackman? BLACKMAN? Atkins you hopeless halfwit. You put the worst player we’ve got up front. Your best mate Billy Smart was hopeless, the Pog has gone back to being useless and now we’ve had it for the season. My … Continue reading →

At last Atkins listened to me and changed it around at half time. He’s paid a million quid to do that and I knew all the time what he needed to do. The biggest trouble was his mate; that berk … Continue reading →

Aflie Le Fondre’s gonna be off in Jan if Atkins doesn’t give him a game. We could have duffed up Huddersfield good and proper with Alfie on the pitch. The only reason we won is thanks to Jodi McAnuff running … Continue reading →

No matter what I tell Atkins he’s never listening. That’s why we’re no good. I had a word with the ballboys to tell him what to do but he still put Alfie Le Fondre on too late and doesn’t understand … Continue reading →

You lot showed that you know nothing about football last night. Booing, moaning, shouting at the players and the manager. Rubbish. We won didn’t we? Now that idiot Tim Dellors has been saying the players heard it and didn’t like it. … Continue reading →