Monthly Archives: March 2014

Because you lot don’t know anything about football you were moaning all game yet again. All you need to do is ask me. But no, you start off moaning and getting on their backs when what you should be doing … Continue reading →

Get lost Atkins, you’re hopeless. What’s that lightweight berk Jodi McAnuff doing in the centre? What’s Alex McCartney gotta do to get dropped? And what’s Jasper Gorkss doing in England? Rubbish, you’re rubbish. All of them, rubbish. My dim son … Continue reading →

Always knew we’d get another away win with that boy Jodi McAnuff. What a player. Just when everyone’s ready to tear up their Berkshire Chronicles, Jodi is the boy to brighten our day. Last time he scored Charlie Hurley was … Continue reading →

Why didn’t that northern berk Alfie Le Fondre go in January? Atkins put in that old crock Hal Ronson-Kanu and once he’d had enough, Alfie came on and showed us how rubbish he is. What does he know about football? … Continue reading →

Now you know my view. That boy Atkins is a top top manager. I’ve always said that. He dropped that idiot Alfie Le Fondre and now all he needs to do is drop Hopeless Akpan and we’ll start winning. Hal … Continue reading →

These Dutch players, they’re like buses. I mean, Drenthe. He disappears for months, then suddenly pops up and and gets himself all over the papers and now he’s even started playing football. I’d forgotten we had him until I saw … Continue reading →

We can’t beat good teams, we can’t beat bad teams and now we can’t beat half a team. Player off, penalty lined up and it’s Sambaaaaa time. Then dimwitted Alfie Le Fondre started the rot, missing the penalty and then … Continue reading →