Jangan betulkan skrin komputer anda.
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Thanks. Have a good one dude!
Ghostball (a.k.a. Hantubola's mascot). :-)
To the rest of you who are going to enjoy the holidays while I am sadly working,...again..... I would like to wish you all.....
MERRY CHRISTMAS, SELAMAT HARI RAYA HAJI AND HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Talking at breakneck speed like that might explain how Thierry got the neck injury some weeks back.
2006 TV Gimmick of the Year:
This award was originally intended for the best advert shown during football telecasts, one that makes people actually sit through the commercial breaks. It was only after we had created this award that I realised the fooking i-Gallop ads are going to win hands down.
Hence, in typical DICtatorial fashion, we have changed the award specs to any TV gimmick that has created an increase in viewership during football telecasts.
The award goes to... the corporate drone at ESPN-Star who hired Charlie Webster and Jamie Yeo.
Thanks very much, mate. Now you just have to replace fooking Jien with a real chick. And bring Collette Wong back to Football Crazy.
2006 Best Moment in Football:
This award goes to the bestest and most memorable televised football image in 2006.
The winner can only be Zinedine Zidane's headbutt at the World Cup final. Kapow!
2006 Poondeque of the Year:
This award is self-explanatory, really. It goes to our most favouritest football poondeque, and you get to have a say in who wins this one. The nominees are:
Chelski is playing The Toon tonight. I reckon nobody's going to give a rat's ass about this match as the result is a given. But, I just want to rant. Pffbbrrrtt!
That bitch, miss k, has been really cruel to us. Just take a look.
Well, looks like we're going to face the Moanrinho's team with our youth team, as Roeder predicted.
If Chelsea doesn't win tonight, Chelsea deserves to lose the Premiership.
One last thing: Frack you, miss k... Frack. You.
(I've got a lot of angst today, must be PMMS - Pre-Mismatch Match Syndrome)
UPDATE: 10.30pm: Some 'additions' in the comments box are so damn good, I added them. :-)
Lily, you owe me one...
p/s: 1) Pics were flogged from some FWD mail. 2)I don't know if this was previously done. If it was, I'm sorry... But its good to refresh your memory every now and then, innit?
Old man Larsson will definately bring quality and class to the pitch, not that we don't have that already. But I am confident this short-term cover will bring us that long-term result we long crave.
I can't wait. Thanks Fergie.
p.s. Pic from Football365. I was surprised too.
So stylish is the play, that many pundits around the world as hailing Kungfu Football as the game's new buzzword.
Malaysian poondeque Shebby 'Serbegeth' Singh, has hailed the Anfield hero, and offered his views.
"Many years ago when a certain pre-rich London club was under a certain manager called Ruud Gullit, they were trying on the then newly-coined term 'sexy football'. We all know what happened since then now don't we? This time I am optimistic that Kungfu Football will not suffer the same fate because, come on....that Peter Crouch fellow is so likeable, and hardcore Liverpool fans in Malaysia, especially in Petaling Jaya, love him to bits. Plus, Crouchy is so much more popular than that Liverpool traitor Michael Owen. "
After the Pompey game, we managed to secure an exclusive interview with the talismanic future Liverpool captain Peter Crouch and he only had this to say, "Screw Shaolin Soccer, Kungfu Football is the way to go!"
It is rumoured that Peter Crouch will go on a World Tour to promote Kungfu Football. Liverpool fanatics around the world will surely be excited.
UEFA really f**ked up on this one. I mean, heck they even gave Michael Owen this award before, so that shows your how much they know.
"Louis has been like a caged animal in training......." - FergieEvery fucking report does nothing more than to talk about how Saha redeemed himself last night after the "shocker" at Celtic. What are you muppets rambling about? The Celtic game was his first bad game of the season! He does not need to fucking redeem himself you twats!
1985 - 1991: Liverful player. Winner of the Mullet of the Year and Player Who Inflicted Most Broken Legs Awards.
2000 - 2004: Blackpoo manager. Winner of the (o) Award.
2006- 2007: Poondeque-ing on ESPNSTAR Sports. No awards here.
2008 - ??: Shebby Singh got so fed up with the git for f*cking with him on so many occasions he hired Chuck Norris, who stopped by the studio and roundhouse kicked Stevie in the face. Stevie went on to star in Lord of the Rings 4.
2006 (c) Hantubola Original Productions
It has come to my attention that I am increasingly becoming the butt of jokes among football fans in Malaysia.
During one of my regular internet sheep porn research sessions, I stumbled across a Malaysian Footie Blog named Hantublablabla. The blog is filled with uncircumcised philistines and unwashed peasants. And they had the cheek to call me their favourite pundek. I don’t really know what a pundek is (I asked John but he won’t tell me), but I am pretty certain it’s a tropical fruit. So I am carefully observing these fuckers. Their blog template sucks ass too. Gives me a major headache.
Then, there is this fella named Sicko. He mocked my ability to make correct and accurate predictions. You hubcap-stealing scouser, I have been right. Once. From my 3,141,592,653,589 predictions.
Worst of all, there is this chick named Lily who claims that she knows me. She also says that I am not cute and yack non-stop. She also lies about me being penniless. Mahai. I am paid RM20,000 a month by ESPN, okay? I am so rich, I can buy er… MyTeam, I think.
Okay, if you’ll execute me, I gotta go. Paul Masefield is waiting for me in the sauna. And he’s naked. Mmm.
Shebby Singh, the footballer formerly known as Serbegeth.
p/s: They say I look like a some German dude with a rocking moustache during WWII. I am so very is the handsome!
During this run of games, particularly against the so-called lesser clubs such as Swindon, Oldham and Wimbledon, the reality of being a Manchester United player sank in. For most clubs the United game was the big game of the season. However badly things were going, victory over Manchester United was an end in itself. Grounds that would normally be three-quaters full, if that, were packed for the United game. The home team's fans were geed up, the players responded, raising their game far above the norm. The old cliche about this being their Cup final was true in these circumstances......
....There was no danger of me being complacent as it would help me become a better player. But the extra effort made by players from clubs like Norwich, Swindon, Crystal Palace, Oldham, Wimbledon usually led to trouble. Confronted by tackles that were high, late and sometimes crazy, our only option was to meet fire with fire. Eric, Incey, Mark Hughes and myself led the resistance.....
....For what bugged us was that these guys were out to make a name for themselves by sorting us out. Why the fuck didn't they put the effort in every week, then maybe they wouldn't be playing for fucking Norwich or Swindon. So there was no rolling over when faced with this stuff. Meet aggression with aggression, then ability would make the difference at the end of the day.
Roy Keane - Keane The Autobiography 2002
But to be fair, his performance for the Everton vs Arsenal match is just based on match reports due to Astro's continuous love affair with Liverpool... Or as one of the clerks in my office calls them, Liverful...
But anyway... Back to the match... Apparently few glaring penalties were missed, questionable calls, controversial red card... Nothing new with Ol' Polly...
Nevertheless, Everton protested the sending off with this: -
Perhaps being labelled "shite" is less severe then "cheat" and thus does not warrant a red card eh?
But there's no doubting Poll is both a cheat... and pretty shitey...
Fuck you too, Graham Poll.
The Magpies are not playing well these days. Well, that's an understatement. Watching the games are akin to stuffing durians up the ass, and pulling them out. And stuffing them back in again. Followed by licking the durian skin. Arrgghghhh!
Thankfully amidst the pain and suffering, there's some relief.
Thank goodness for small favours. -_-
(Not Andy Panders la, you faggots... Charlie Webster is hawt!)