Crap Poster following crap striker out of the door...

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For anyone who can't be arsed to read that shite I've paraphrased it

Nothing important in the first paragraph

Still nothing important

Christ knows what this part was about

Some other tosh

Oh, by the way I'm supposed to be American this time.

Your Uncle Sam/sessegnonsilks/hashtag/football etc.
 


Ah, what could have been. I arrived on the SMB what seemed like but days ago. It was a new start – for me, for Jozy, for America. We invaded…erm, dropped by with only the very best intentions. Aye, ‘twas all for naught. The snickering, the slagging, the sniping began nearly at once. “Holland is rubbish,” you said. “Sunderland are a MASSIVE club with huge expectations,” you said. We told you one thing – provide us with someone to unlock the defense, and Jozy will finish.

Sadly, he never received any help.

Managers changed. The squad changed – but never was a creative player to be found. Sure, Jozy missed a sitter or two, but alas so have many a great player. A balding, lazy Scot, too, missed his fair share, but alas he was forgiven (he’s European, you know). Aye, then came Connor Wickham. Hadn’t done naught, but after a nice run of a handful of games where he did himself well, he became the Chosen One. Sadly for all of us, he was a Trojan horse (but as you know, he too is European). Jozy was asked to receive Route One passes and create on his own, a role with which he isn’t and never has been comfortable. The <shit> Legend of Josmer grew, if not his goal totals (whilst, of course, no one else in a Sunderland shirt scored). He became “a donkey,” an “elephant on skates,” and whatever tragically bad and unfair description terrible Mackem supporters slagged him with.

…and just like that, Jozy is gone. Off to <the> MLS, where he’ll be loved. Supported. Valued. Moreover, he’ll likely be used in a formation and system that suits him. He’ll miss the North East. Erm, let’s not fool ourselves. He won’t miss it one bit. Nor will I. This Sunderland supporter, though relatively new to the club, proudly wore his red and white strip up. ‘Til now. I’ll support you in the Championship next year, and League One the next. I’ll never forget. Godspeed, friends.

Oh, and saving you from the Germans was my distinct pleasure.

Your Uncle Sam

Bye. What kind of tit supports a team because one player has gone there anyway.
 
Ah, what could have been. I arrived on the SMB what seemed like but days ago. It was a new start – for me, for Jozy, for America. We invaded…erm, dropped by with only the very best intentions. Aye, ‘twas all for naught. The snickering, the slagging, the sniping began nearly at once. “Holland is rubbish,” you said. “Sunderland are a MASSIVE club with huge expectations,” you said. We told you one thing – provide us with someone to unlock the defense, and Jozy will finish.

Sadly, he never received any help.

Managers changed. The squad changed – but never was a creative player to be found. Sure, Jozy missed a sitter or two, but alas so have many a great player. A balding, lazy Scot, too, missed his fair share, but alas he was forgiven (he’s European, you know). Aye, then came Connor Wickham. Hadn’t done naught, but after a nice run of a handful of games where he did himself well, he became the Chosen One. Sadly for all of us, he was a Trojan horse (but as you know, he too is European). Jozy was asked to receive Route One passes and create on his own, a role with which he isn’t and never has been comfortable. The <shit> Legend of Josmer grew, if not his goal totals (whilst, of course, no one else in a Sunderland shirt scored). He became “a donkey,” an “elephant on skates,” and whatever tragically bad and unfair description terrible Mackem supporters slagged him with.

…and just like that, Jozy is gone. Off to <the> MLS, where he’ll be loved. Supported. Valued. Moreover, he’ll likely be used in a formation and system that suits him. He’ll miss the North East. Erm, let’s not fool ourselves. He won’t miss it one bit. Nor will I. This Sunderland supporter, though relatively new to the club, proudly wore his red and white strip up. ‘Til now. I’ll support you in the Championship next year, and League One the next. I’ll never forget. Godspeed, friends.

Oh, and saving you from the Germans was my distinct pleasure.

Your Uncle Sam

You know nothing of football. Please fuck off kindly and never return.
 
Ah, what could have been. I arrived on the SMB what seemed like but days ago. It was a new start – for me, for Jozy, for America. We invaded…erm, dropped by with only the very best intentions. Aye, ‘twas all for naught. The snickering, the slagging, the sniping began nearly at once. “Holland is rubbish,” you said. “Sunderland are a MASSIVE club with huge expectations,” you said. We told you one thing – provide us with someone to unlock the defense, and Jozy will finish.

Sadly, he never received any help.

Managers changed. The squad changed – but never was a creative player to be found. Sure, Jozy missed a sitter or two, but alas so have many a great player. A balding, lazy Scot, too, missed his fair share, but alas he was forgiven (he’s European, you know). Aye, then came Connor Wickham. Hadn’t done naught, but after a nice run of a handful of games where he did himself well, he became the Chosen One. Sadly for all of us, he was a Trojan horse (but as you know, he too is European). Jozy was asked to receive Route One passes and create on his own, a role with which he isn’t and never has been comfortable. The <shit> Legend of Josmer grew, if not his goal totals (whilst, of course, no one else in a Sunderland shirt scored). He became “a donkey,” an “elephant on skates,” and whatever tragically bad and unfair description terrible Mackem supporters slagged him with.

…and just like that, Jozy is gone. Off to <the> MLS, where he’ll be loved. Supported. Valued. Moreover, he’ll likely be used in a formation and system that suits him. He’ll miss the North East. Erm, let’s not fool ourselves. He won’t miss it one bit. Nor will I. This Sunderland supporter, though relatively new to the club, proudly wore his red and white strip up. ‘Til now. I’ll support you in the Championship next year, and League One the next. I’ll never forget. Godspeed, friends.

Oh, and saving you from the Germans was my distinct pleasure.

Your Uncle Sam
:lol::lol::lol:
 
Ah, what could have been. I arrived on the SMB what seemed like but days ago. It was a new start – for me, for Jozy, for America. We invaded…erm, dropped by with only the very best intentions. Aye, ‘twas all for naught. The snickering, the slagging, the sniping began nearly at once. “Holland is rubbish,” you said. “Sunderland are a MASSIVE club with huge expectations,” you said. We told you one thing – provide us with someone to unlock the defense, and Jozy will finish.

Sadly, he never received any help.

Managers changed. The squad changed – but never was a creative player to be found. Sure, Jozy missed a sitter or two, but alas so have many a great player. A balding, lazy Scot, too, missed his fair share, but alas he was forgiven (he’s European, you know). Aye, then came Connor Wickham. Hadn’t done naught, but after a nice run of a handful of games where he did himself well, he became the Chosen One. Sadly for all of us, he was a Trojan horse (but as you know, he too is European). Jozy was asked to receive Route One passes and create on his own, a role with which he isn’t and never has been comfortable. The <shit> Legend of Josmer grew, if not his goal totals (whilst, of course, no one else in a Sunderland shirt scored). He became “a donkey,” an “elephant on skates,” and whatever tragically bad and unfair description terrible Mackem supporters slagged him with.

…and just like that, Jozy is gone. Off to <the> MLS, where he’ll be loved. Supported. Valued. Moreover, he’ll likely be used in a formation and system that suits him. He’ll miss the North East. Erm, let’s not fool ourselves. He won’t miss it one bit. Nor will I. This Sunderland supporter, though relatively new to the club, proudly wore his red and white strip up. ‘Til now. I’ll support you in the Championship next year, and League One the next. I’ll never forget. Godspeed, friends.

Oh, and saving you from the Germans was my distinct pleasure.

Your Uncle Sam


you're stupid

you're American

apologies for repeating myself

good bye :)
 
Ah, what could have been. I arrived on the SMB what seemed like but days ago. It was a new start – for me, for Jozy, for America. We invaded…erm, dropped by with only the very best intentions. Aye, ‘twas all for naught. The snickering, the slagging, the sniping began nearly at once. “Holland is rubbish,” you said. “Sunderland are a MASSIVE club with huge expectations,” you said. We told you one thing – provide us with someone to unlock the defense, and Jozy will finish.

Sadly, he never received any help.

Managers changed. The squad changed – but never was a creative player to be found. Sure, Jozy missed a sitter or two, but alas so have many a great player. A balding, lazy Scot, too, missed his fair share, but alas he was forgiven (he’s European, you know). Aye, then came Connor Wickham. Hadn’t done naught, but after a nice run of a handful of games where he did himself well, he became the Chosen One. Sadly for all of us, he was a Trojan horse (but as you know, he too is European). Jozy was asked to receive Route One passes and create on his own, a role with which he isn’t and never has been comfortable. The <shit> Legend of Josmer grew, if not his goal totals (whilst, of course, no one else in a Sunderland shirt scored). He became “a donkey,” an “elephant on skates,” and whatever tragically bad and unfair description terrible Mackem supporters slagged him with.

…and just like that, Jozy is gone. Off to <the> MLS, where he’ll be loved. Supported. Valued. Moreover, he’ll likely be used in a formation and system that suits him. He’ll miss the North East. Erm, let’s not fool ourselves. He won’t miss it one bit. Nor will I. This Sunderland supporter, though relatively new to the club, proudly wore his red and white strip up. ‘Til now. I’ll support you in the Championship next year, and League One the next. I’ll never forget. Godspeed, friends.

Oh, and saving you from the Germans was my distinct pleasure.

Your Uncle Sam

Fuck off Sir Ricky.
 
Ah, what could have been. I arrived on the SMB what seemed like but days ago. It was a new start – for me, for Jozy, for America. We invaded…erm, dropped by with only the very best intentions. Aye, ‘twas all for naught. The snickering, the slagging, the sniping began nearly at once. “Holland is rubbish,” you said. “Sunderland are a MASSIVE club with huge expectations,” you said. We told you one thing – provide us with someone to unlock the defense, and Jozy will finish.

Sadly, he never received any help.

Managers changed. The squad changed – but never was a creative player to be found. Sure, Jozy missed a sitter or two, but alas so have many a great player. A balding, lazy Scot, too, missed his fair share, but alas he was forgiven (he’s European, you know). Aye, then came Connor Wickham. Hadn’t done naught, but after a nice run of a handful of games where he did himself well, he became the Chosen One. Sadly for all of us, he was a Trojan horse (but as you know, he too is European). Jozy was asked to receive Route One passes and create on his own, a role with which he isn’t and never has been comfortable. The <shit> Legend of Josmer grew, if not his goal totals (whilst, of course, no one else in a Sunderland shirt scored). He became “a donkey,” an “elephant on skates,” and whatever tragically bad and unfair description terrible Mackem supporters slagged him with.

…and just like that, Jozy is gone. Off to <the> MLS, where he’ll be loved. Supported. Valued. Moreover, he’ll likely be used in a formation and system that suits him. He’ll miss the North East. Erm, let’s not fool ourselves. He won’t miss it one bit. Nor will I. This Sunderland supporter, though relatively new to the club, proudly wore his red and white strip up. ‘Til now. I’ll support you in the Championship next year, and League One the next. I’ll never forget. Godspeed, friends.

Oh, and saving you from the Germans was my distinct pleasure.

Your Uncle Sam

He couldn't finish a happy meal...........
 
Ah, what could have been. I arrived on the SMB what seemed like but days ago. It was a new start – for me, for Jozy, for America. We invaded…erm, dropped by with only the very best intentions. Aye, ‘twas all for naught. The snickering, the slagging, the sniping began nearly at once. “Holland is rubbish,” you said. “Sunderland are a MASSIVE club with huge expectations,” you said. We told you one thing – provide us with someone to unlock the defense, and Jozy will finish.

Sadly, he never received any help.

Managers changed. The squad changed – but never was a creative player to be found. Sure, Jozy missed a sitter or two, but alas so have many a great player. A balding, lazy Scot, too, missed his fair share, but alas he was forgiven (he’s European, you know). Aye, then came Connor Wickham. Hadn’t done naught, but after a nice run of a handful of games where he did himself well, he became the Chosen One. Sadly for all of us, he was a Trojan horse (but as you know, he too is European). Jozy was asked to receive Route One passes and create on his own, a role with which he isn’t and never has been comfortable. The <shit> Legend of Josmer grew, if not his goal totals (whilst, of course, no one else in a Sunderland shirt scored). He became “a donkey,” an “elephant on skates,” and whatever tragically bad and unfair description terrible Mackem supporters slagged him with.

…and just like that, Jozy is gone. Off to <the> MLS, where he’ll be loved. Supported. Valued. Moreover, he’ll likely be used in a formation and system that suits him. He’ll miss the North East. Erm, let’s not fool ourselves. He won’t miss it one bit. Nor will I. This Sunderland supporter, though relatively new to the club, proudly wore his red and white strip up. ‘Til now. I’ll support you in the Championship next year, and League One the next. I’ll never forget. Godspeed, friends.

Oh, and saving you from the Germans was my distinct pleasure.

Your Uncle Sam
Stick to baseball bonny lad
Missing you already.....
 
'It's the system we play', 'it's the tactics', 'He isn't comfortable in that role', 'he gives his all'....I hear this a lot. But when a player struggles to control a ball and has the worst pass completion of any outfield player in the premier league (45 %) no system or set up in the world will suit him. Good riddance.

Good thing you have a number of fantastic strikers, scoring at record pace this year, to get you through. I didn't even mention 98 year old Jermain Defoe, whose exploits in America are legend!
 
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