look out piano
Striker
We can dance and party all night, and drink some cherry wine, ah ha ?he also said that we don't have to take our clothes off, to have a good time
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We can dance and party all night, and drink some cherry wine, ah ha ?he also said that we don't have to take our clothes off, to have a good time
you know it!We can dance and party all night, and drink some cherry wine, ah ha ?
I do that !!you know it!
Shakespeare if I'm not mistaken, or possibly Keats, either way both massive lads fans.Meat pie, sausage roll, come on sunderland giz a goal
good rally call.Feckin go away !!!!
Says the man that overthrew the monarchy.Janey...bugger off, you're making everyone nervous!
Earl of Oxford, man... feel the beat...Shakespeare if I'm not mistaken, or possibly Keats, either way both massive lads fans.
I believe I still own a pair of his finest trousers.Earl of Oxford, man... feel the beat...
Thanks mate much appreciated, and by the way fuck off.Genuinely good luck.....you lot deserve it........I suppose.
I've already telt myself to fuck off, save you the bother.
I'm with you marra.Went down last week to put a brick in the wall of the stadium for my late Mam & Dad, Vic & Mona, Always Loved it read.
43 years ago, give or take a few days, my Mam was pushing me around East Herrigton in a Red & White pram while my Dad was at Wembley watching us beat the mighty Leeds 1-0.
Probably my first taste of the colours I was to cherish
Togetherness was what my old man always said to me, whatever life my throw at you son & through thick and thin, you must always stick together.
This must be us tomorrow, Now let's sing our f***ing hearts out, & if the going gets tough, let's sing even f***ing louder.
Ha'way The Lads.
And there's another omen! Just bought a crate of West Country ales for a mates 50th tomorra front row, a bottle of bumble bee ale! It's happening,believe!IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Ran out of Guinness so thought I'd write that for summat ta dee.
come on, post any positive stuff, Haway the lads
Classic.I don't know what to say really.
Three minutes
to the biggest battle of our professional lives
all comes down to today.
Either
we heal
as a team
or we are going to crumble.
Inch by inch
play by play
till we're finished.
We are in hell right now, gentlemen
believe me
and
we can stay here
and get the shit kicked out of us
or
we can fight our way
back into the light.
We can climb out of hell.
One inch, at a time.
Now I can't do it for you.
I'm too old.
I look around and I see these young faces
and I think
I mean
I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make.
I uh....
I pissed away all my money
believe it or not.
I chased off
anyone who has ever loved me.
And lately,
I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror.
You know when you get old in life
things get taken from you.
That's, that's part of life.
But,
you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is just a game of inches.
So is football.
Because in either game
life or football
the margin for error is so small.
I mean
one half step too late or to early
you don't quite make it.
One half second too slow or too fast
and you don't quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever break of the game
every minute, every second.
On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
to pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know
when we add up all those inches
that's going to make the f***ing difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.
I'll tell you this
in any fight
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
And I know
if I am going to have any life anymore
it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch
because that is what LIVING is.
The six inches in front of your face.
Now I can't make you do it.
You gotta look at the guy next to you.
Look into his eyes.
Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see a guy
who will sacrifice himself for this team
because he knows when it comes down to it,
you are gonna do the same thing for him.
That's a team, gentlemen
and either we heal now, as a team,
or we will die as individuals.
That's football guys.
That's all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?