Cor blimey. You can’t get that dimwit Charlie off my computer when we’ve just got stuffed by Leeds – as I predicted – then when you go up to Derby and Ram it to them – as I knew we would – and he wants to tell the world all about it. And on my bleedn’ computer.
But I’m here now and ready to tell you where we went wrong and right.
First of all we thought we could play better at home to Leeds by bringing on that lardy sack of potatoes Yabuku. Lazy, fat, useless, unfit lump he is. Could hardly move. Looked like my missus, though she’s got a better idea of the lone striker role than him.
That’s why we lost. That and that donut Alan Federici who also looked like my missus for the first goal, only he looked like her in the bath when she dropped the soap.
Majeski needs to have a work with Mrs Satsuma about having no money and playing these two amateurs. They’re both past it. Not Majeski and her. I mean Fatso and the Aussie.
I sent an email to Clarkson to tell him where he was going wrong and then he puts them both in the squad for Derby. Idiot.
Course, I knew we’d win. We had the right team. Fedders was a star as usual and my boy Yabuku was fed – and he scored.
Only trouble with that game was the ref. Even that idiot Tim Dellors noticed he was useless.
Why can’t they be more consistent?
I reckon 5-0 against Wigan. I’ll be back on here to explain how it happened and why we got Liverpool in the cup again.
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