The 2015-16 World Fitba Thread!

Noo, this may be a wee bit controversial but, mibbees a trip tae Chicken Cottage is in order? Ye might even get the squits and have a few dees off tae enjoy this splendid weather, stay up late tae watch the girly fitba and aftaenoon tennis.

Ma work lunch is always the same - cold, SLICED, salted porridge and a wee nap o' Talisker followed ba a wee pish.

 

Good laddie.

A wee request though... tae celebrate the fact that England will be playing in the semil final o' the World Cup taenight (on 'Canada Day', no less); please could Ye entitle this thread as the 'England versus Japan/ Turning Japanese, Ah think Ah'm turning Japanese, Ah really think so' thread tae help saepport the lassies, like?

God Save The Queen!

 

:: :bears: ::

Ah did SEE Ye post this last night, but it's still goat me laughing as o' the morn.

Ah remember Shep - the auld laddie died in 1987. The classic line being:

'Get DOON, Shep*!'

*Although John Noakes mightae mispronoonced it 'Get down, Shep!', tae be fair.

 

You just know that shit is going to be eaten when you get home today.

Off down to costcutters with you, maybe Mr Shah will have some nice mass-produced egg and bacon butties {halal, of course} and a tin of Pepsi with German and Arabic writing all over it...."Not to be sold individually".

 

It's a sad state of affairs.......the dog is dead, the man wandering around in the Balearic heat, out of his mind, lost as fuck.

It's sad what we come down to in the end.

It's why we must pack as much trolling into our lives as possible.

 

The Queen has your fucking tax dollars. She doesn't need God.

You need God. Now get back in your foxhole.

How many Japs fit on a British bayonet. :dunno:

NONE!

 

:: @ ‘trolling’ philosophy.
It is a bitter time in John Noakes life and Ah heartily agree that it is sad whit happens tae many o’ us who make it that far. Ah dae sometimes wondae if some sortae ‘Logan’s Run’ scenario, where we’re all topped at a certain age might be a good idea, but Ah saeppose that the right wing in me (just kilting).

::

Ah dinnae ken, laddie… some o’ those British laddies looked a wee bit thin and those bayonets particularly long, like. Ah dinnae wantae soond like a sick puppy but Ah reckon Ye could probably shish kebab at least three o’ the malnourished skelly bobs (skeletons) on they bassas (i.e. the bayonets).

Ah’m genuinely looking forward tae the game taenight, we shall SEE whit happens…

:up:

 

Whatever happens tonight, Womens Football has come a long way and....and.............and..........Nicola Sturgeon.......women...........or something.

 

That's what happens when you wake up late and are in a rush to get to work on time...you forget your sandwiches. Am I right?

 

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I'm going to watch a bit of the game but not all of it as I have to wake up early. If I watch it all I'll likely wake up late and forget my sandwiches ::

BTW, Slice, what's in your sandwich?

 

Yeah slice, tell us more about this sandwich!

 

What's your favourite sandwich, Hut?

 

Tiger Woods loves his sand wedges these days. His game is not what it was.

 

I bet its eggs and he has left them somewhere nice and cool..................

 

Depends on the weather, innit.

Lettuce, spring onions, tomatoes and chicken on brown yesterday.

Chicken and stuffing on white in cold miserable weather.

Sardines on brown in the morning when I am starved, might have that with a coffee...any weather...but preferably cool.

 

Occasionally, there's a wee bit o' fitba sandwiched between the absolute mince which gets posted here like.

It's like fyewdin' windmills :will:

Irish,

We all ken that all talk o' womens fitba will disappear like frost upon the Highland heather once the tournament is o'er - even if England win. It has been entertaining tae me from the sublime skills o' Inter Milan circa 1988 - 93 tae the Celtic 1991 - 98 ability, like.

Ah love the lassies and Ah'm glad they've got a good sport in fitba tae alsae join in with and play. Fitba has been a major sport fer High School lassies in North American fer many year and Ah read that more Canadian and US female citizens play fitba than they male compatriots. It diznae take an Anthropologist tae work oot that they are no' athletically capable o' matching the men but, like rugby, it diz sometimes make fer a purer game wi'oot the mens much better ability tae spoil ('defend robustly') or cheat ('well timed, professional decisions).

If Ah were a lassie, once Ah'd stopped playing wi' ma jars, Ah'd much sooner play fitba than that pile o' wank netball or lacrosse.

Let the lassies play, Irish. Switch off the BBC, revel in the fact that Ye could probably break the legs o' even the toughest female international and go on, go on and embrace the multitude o' sports we men dominate on both the field and in the media... just give these ladies a wee chance tae shine in the sun befoor the clood o' indifference closes in upon the fer the next foor years.

 

There's a place near me called buddy's burger that does a huge pulled pork sandwich, that's doing it for me right now. Vietnamese bahn mi sandwiches are heavy good too. at home a good ol plowman with a bit of extra chicken chunks or smoked salmon

 

Liverpool have got Clyne.

 

No. Fuck them.

 

You see how a one sentence post about FOOTBALL carries more sense than Billehs Minima Carta about Womens Balls :dunno:

Clyneside the bastards now!

 

The War goes on, Billeh. Dulce Et Decorum Est. The War goes on. The war against Cultural Marxism is never-ending.

The BBC is a degenerate institution.

 

As the Norn Irish wid say; 'Stop Clyning around, Irish'.

 

The only thing degenerate aboot the Beeb is that it makes it's employees make they own sandwiches, like!

Fabas indulcet fames*.

*Hunger sweetens the beans.

 

I wasn't late, I am just a big dopey fuck in the morning and totally forgot.

The sandwich/baguette was mushroom pate with ham and cheese.

 

It better be in El Frigo.

 

Fames optimum condimentum, like.

 

I like my pate but never had mushroom pate. I love pickle with ham and cheese.

 

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don't listen to Irish. Your post above was marvellous, laddie. A fitting speech if you were president of International Women's football.

 

It's not just any pate, Jimmy lad, it's the best fucking pate in the world:

http://www.patemoi.com

S Club should sponsor it and the tag line could be "There ain't no pate like an S Club pate...".
But seriously, it's the shit. If that isn't in my fridge when I return tonight, the murder rate in Hounslow is going up

 

He has a job. A real job.