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 the manager.
You lot who don’t know as much as me about football shouldn’t forget our boys at the back, Chris Grunter and Gordon Obita. Solid as a rock, just what I told Atkins to do and now he’s finally taking my advice which is why we’re up there and that fat little git Billy Davies at Forest is spitting blood and sliding away to oblivion.
Don’t sack him Forest. Not til we’ve played them.
Mind you that dopey northerner Alfie Le Fondre did nothing useful again. Never liked him. Useless.
My boy, thicko Charlie’ll probably be watching the Barnsley game with me. He loves Alfie Le Fondre. Two bleed’n’ idiots together there.
If you’re reading this Atkins, pop over and tip your Lucozade over my Charlie when he starts off. Then I’ll buy you a pint, even at Majeski’s prices.
Sambaaaaa.
If anyone objects I’ll give ’em a slap with a rolled up Chronicle. Hooligans? How stupid can you get?
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