Round 4 - Whee
Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 4:52 pmOne cold afternoon, in the Emirates shadow, down at Three Point Lane, Juande Ramos was having an early morning walk around his estate. He had a cup of tea in his right hand, and a copy of the Sun in his left hand. He flicked through the front pages, shook his head at the state of the country, then moved onto the more pressing issues in the sports section.
He thumbed through the "latest transfer" section, and saw that his comedy club had been linked with every half decent player to have ever played top flight football since 1973. A headline that caught his eye was "Ronaldo to Madrid in multi-million pound shock deal!" - "What a crock of shit," thought Ramos, "I'm gonna sign Fat Frank Lampard and make some headlines of my own!"
So Ramos walked into the staff area of the wasteland that they call a ground, and told his dedicated transfer team to get stuck in and launch an official bid for West London's heaviest midfielder and big donkey.
As the fax rang at Stamford Bridge, Cashley C*nt and Didier Dogbra were having a little bit of fun, Ashley appeared to be teaching him some sort of mobile phone game.....
Fat Frank, over-rated midfielder / PVC wearing bollock chewer, heard the fax and examined the sheets as they printed out. After checking out the offer put to his club by the Spuds, the tears were rolling down the cow-sized cheeks on his face. "What makes them think i'd wanna go and play for them? Just because my gay cousin Jamie partakes in a bit of a Tottenham orgy on his birthday every year, it doesn't mean i'd want to!!"
He thumbed through the "latest transfer" section, and saw that his comedy club had been linked with every half decent player to have ever played top flight football since 1973. A headline that caught his eye was "Ronaldo to Madrid in multi-million pound shock deal!" - "What a crock of shit," thought Ramos, "I'm gonna sign Fat Frank Lampard and make some headlines of my own!"
So Ramos walked into the staff area of the wasteland that they call a ground, and told his dedicated transfer team to get stuck in and launch an official bid for West London's heaviest midfielder and big donkey.
As the fax rang at Stamford Bridge, Cashley C*nt and Didier Dogbra were having a little bit of fun, Ashley appeared to be teaching him some sort of mobile phone game.....
Fat Frank, over-rated midfielder / PVC wearing bollock chewer, heard the fax and examined the sheets as they printed out. After checking out the offer put to his club by the Spuds, the tears were rolling down the cow-sized cheeks on his face. "What makes them think i'd wanna go and play for them? Just because my gay cousin Jamie partakes in a bit of a Tottenham orgy on his birthday every year, it doesn't mean i'd want to!!"
quality fella