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? Less than you lot. He punches the ball. That’s how much he knows. It’s called FOOTball Alfie you five foot fool.
Not that he got much service.
Gordon Obita went tearing down the wing, once or twice with the ball, and Gary McCleary was running all over the place until someone told him we were shooting the other way.
If it wasn’t for Chris Grunter we’d have got stuffed.
Luckily that dimwit boy of mine Charlie wasn’t there today. I told him to shut up and come back when his voice breaks so he’s got the hump. Now Atkins doesn’t have to listen to him whining when we ain’t doing anything.
And best of all, Atkins can hear me. SORT IT OUT YOU SCOUSE IDIOT.
URRRRZZZZZ