"Here at Liverpool it's Stevie G who teases me about my clothes. Sometimes I go to the showers, and when I come back he's wearing my clothes. I have funny underwear, like zebra print, so he puts on my underpants and walks around the dressing room" - Djibril Cisse reveals Stevie G is part of the gay club.I don't know about you guys, but I won't be caught dead wearing another blokes underpants, never mind zebra ones.
Surely you've seen it before?
Shagging opposition fans does work. Sometimes.
Hehehehehe. I being the very is so the happy!
Here's your drink. Cheers mister k!
Same deal next week. Hic!
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Manure vs The Arse Update (1st Half)
On another note. Kolo Toure should be really proud of himself. He made one of the saves of the season! The shot from Rooney left his boot like an exocet missile. Toure recovered and dove to his right and SAVED THE SHOT! Wahlau... I was laughing like a nutter at the curses and complaints of the Manure fans around me. There was much gnashing of teeth around me. I can imagine Vincent's face now. Cheers Toure! A drink for you too for entertaining me and making me fall off my chair laughing!
Manure vs The Arse Update (2nd Half)
2 Nil. Rooney show. Ho hum... The Arse huffed and puffed, then ran out of steam. Sigh. I'm going to bed.
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(Footnote by Eyeris: Wow, this may actually be the first time ever we've had a 'live update'. Soccernet and Professional Football Punditry here we come!)
Then come on over to the HantuBola gathering this weekend!I be the telling yous. I is getting very the fed up with peoples who post comments like the ones below here.
“... And don't mock any professional personnels. try taking their place.”
“... their profession is a tough one. They are always under the media spotlight.”
“... not easy for them. Pressure is enormous. Why don’t you try it and see if you can do it, eh?”
I wanting to be the smacking them upside the head for being so the very irritating and self righteous.
Boo hoo hoo. I being the crying tears of sympathy for these suffer, miserable, well paid and extremely rich young men. They is so being the kasihan comparing to the peoples in others countries like Ethiopia and Uganda who are starvings to deaths and has no jobs. The football playing poor sods are tortured, dragged kicking and to be the screaming each week to run around a very is the well manicured pitch to chase a round white (in most cases) ball. If they is the very lucky, they will managing to kick the bola inside a net and then they will be loved by everyone in the land of the England and Bolehland.
Ma chao hai. I also wanting to do that for living. But cannot. Because I having the chair for a leg. In fact both legs. Tiew.
So, what can I dos? Talking abouts this peoples when I eats and drinks at high class roadside haute couture restaurant with my friends! Cannot ah? This country being the free is it not?
When I seeing the doofus Boumsong run around the pitch like a fucking headless chicken, I will call him a cheebye headless chicken. If I watching the match and I seeing the namby pamby boy Beckham failing to score from a penalty spot, I will be calling Mr Posh Spice kayu! I don’t say untruths. I say fact from what I being the observing. Of course, my eyesight is not the perfect. So sometimes got mistake due to optical illusion or maybe some pretty ah lian walk by with damn chio short skirt – distracted a bit.
If these sissy football boys cannot bear being the called names, they should shoving off and play with their Barbie dolls instead.
Lame commenters kayu!
As promised, mister k, here is your drink! Enjoy!
Same deal next week for the Boro game! Hic!
