THE BRITISH THREAD II

I think you are a whole hazel nut short of a dairy milk.

A peanut surely?

You sure as hell are looking at 13 year olds who have very little in common with us lot who are well known in all sociological studies to be the greediest most self indulgent bunch in history if you leave out some of the Roman Empresses. Look how we voted for inflation to get our hands on the properties off the ones who had them and voted in The Iron Lady once we had them to stop inflation so the next lot would have a job getting them off us.

I knew one bloke who had the good sense to take a 50 year mortgage out and he payed off the last ten years in one go because it wasn't worth the postage to keep sending cheques every month.

Have you ever noticed, and it is becoming more prevalent, that when a footballer misses his target shooting for goal, he holds his head in a theatrical gesture reminiscent of Edvard Munch's The Scream?

Frank Lampard does it, and he misses a lot of sitters. Christiano Ronaldo does it, in fact most of the overpaid tossers do, and when you see in the same shot 20,000 fans behind the goal doing the same thing in unison, it looks really daft.

yes I have noticed this. Its just a passing phase. Art imitating life, or something. And road up plenty of opportunities for screaming tonight when Ronaldo puts 3 into the Milan net. (would you believe it I have to go out).

from todays Grauniad

I said last year that the decision by the Attorney General to pull the plug on the bribery and corruption scandal between BAE and the Saudis was the second most disgraceful thing this govt has done, after lying about the reasons for invading Iraq. But others at the OECD have taken up the fight. So the British government is playing dirty to stop them too. They must be really desperate. Just what have they got to hide? (Ans decades of corruption going back to Al Yamana contract and probably before).

A fair weather fan eh?

It would take the ambulence service to get me out tonight.

ah but I have a plan. I have a machine I very rarely use, I think its called a video recorder. What I will do is record the match and watch it later as if it were live. Good eh?

You will have to make sure nobody tells you the result. The TV News people always warn viewers to close their eyes if they don't want to know it. There's nothing worse than watching a match video knowing that the score was 0-0 except maybe being slapped around the kisser with a fillet of finney haddock.

I'll tell you what the score is going to be: 0-0. Nillo-nillo, in Italian.

Scholes and Rooney will get yellow cards, and then one of them will be sent off.

If I was the ref I would find a way, which is very easy to do, especially in set plays, to award Milan four, maybe five, penalties just to show them what it looks like when the ref is the 12th member of the team in the perception of the visitors.

If we are going to question our defence contractors about certain matters we might as well question whether cash, or favours, or even promises, help with writing a book say, are involved when inexplicable penalty decisions are made such as that one last weekend when Middlesborough were robbed blind.

One might even suspect that Mr O'Shea, I think it was, committed such a flagrant breach not only of the rules but also of etiquette right in front of the ref in order to test the latter's bottle, Mr O'Shea's bottle being already established.

Most Middleborough fans entertained that first suspicion within microseconds of realising that the ref was ignoring their pleadings and all the way through their groans of despair/disbelief/astonishment and the rest of the week but it takes a child of innocence to not allow the second suspicion to arise after the third or fourth playback and it could be easily seen that it was surprising that Mr O'Shea wasn't arrested for conduct likely to cause a breach of the peace which it would have done were Middlesborough fans not so well brought up these days.

So as a duty to football integrity tonight's ref should take this opportunity to stick them on the receiving end of such injustice and emphasise it.
Six make it. Put the second leg out of reach.

Billy No Friends, at it again;-

It amazes me how you make it up!

Nobody else could make up such ridiculous statements, and if they did, they would most certainly have more sense than to put it into print.

Never mind that ridiculous comment 'If I was the ref'

Your not the bloody ref, nothing like the ref, but you see fit to sprawl on your couch condemning his decisions and your not even qualified to cut the grass at The Theatre of Dreams.

Sir A said it wasn't a penalty, that is good enough with me, along with the referees endorsement in the first place, O'Shea played the ball.

I rather think you should save your breath until after the game Spendius, after all, your girlfriend will need inflating tonight.

An inflated girlfriend is the last thing I need. One who is humble in the face of the ineffable mysteries of her inner being is more my style.

Mr O'Shea visciously and with malice aforethought kicked the poor lad off his feet just as he was about to drill the ball into the far corner of the net just out of reach of Edwin's despairing fingertips and you know it. He missed the ball by miles.

And because the ref daren't give a penalty he could even blow up for a foul and give Mr O'Shea the red card he so obviously deserved along with the automatic three match suspension.

10 points a season Man U get from this sort of stuff. Everybody who knows anything about football knows it. Only Man U fans don't know it because they don't know anything about football due to them concentrating on associating themselves with success and thus being bathed in a golden light which they imagine is then reflected from their person into the awestruck eyes of persons coming into their presence.

Criticism in such a boring manner (are you a downhearted City supporter)
is a baneful and injurious employment, you should know better.

The referee was but a short distance from the event, he did not see a foul.

The pernicious banjaxing of a team of Manchester Uniteds calibre is typical of your attitude in general. You attempt this Freudian manner of psychological destruction which in reality, as others amongst these pages especially on the ID thread are pointing out to you is nothing more than a similarity to Freud, you expectorate mumbo-jumbo. You do it with an egomania of pathological preoccupation and delusions of grandeur.

Your disdainful arrogance and hocus pocus theories in general which; you tend to supplicate are of the lunatic fringe suppositories which a tyke would willingly bend over for, when in fact they have no more basis in the reality than the worship of Osiris.

They'll say anything to try to cover up their guilt and shame. They have crawped some hollow points this season but that one was breathtaking.


Woffle all you want Mothy on behalf of your American owners. There's none of those at Northwich Victoria where proper kick-and-rush football is played instead of the ballet dancing and flouncing we get week in and week out from that lot. They don't even have any churned up mud or an Onion-burger stall on the half-way line.

You're starstruck.

In the 19th Century the French would have looked at your ramblings and dispatched you swiftly to Devils Island, a small island in the south Caribbean Sea off the coast of French Guiana.

The island held criminal and political prisoners, and several of your own category, insane.

Alfred Dreyfus and Henri Charriere (Papillon) being two of the islands more noteworthy inmates.

It is difficult for me to imagine how you would have coped. I daresay elements of leniency would not have been concessions of the day.

Does it ever occur to you that being so dogmatic in your ill founded allegations show signs of total egomaniacal lunacy?

Your somewhat fancy and aesthetic tastes (in your opinion of course) lead you out of the dark and back into the dark, thereby leaving you inexperienced and neither objective or subjective with regards to worldly events.

I am unable to grasp your obvious rancorous hatred of industrious discussion, it can only be attached to your inborn stupidity.

Futuristically speaking of course, you could become famous to yourself for as long as it takes you to scan your previews prior to pressing the activation button. Not only do you create your own minefield, you manipulate yourself into stumbling repeatedly into the trip wires. Obviously you are fascinated by your desire to please the un-educated, rather akin to a wandering minstrel.

Why on earth you have this desire to assert some sort of supremacy, I know not?

Maybe, just maybe, you need to find and follow the yellow brick road.

In any event you need to dump the onager mode, it is a somewhat irksome and intolerable sign of dis-co-ordination within the inner skull which holds the grey matter intact.

Allegations of dishonesty and collusion against the leading team in THE PREMIERSHIP cannot be taken lightly, your un-repentant mannerisms need to be addressed and shackled by the zonking of your slug-a-bed idle accusations towards so noble and world wide loved and respected club as MUFC is.

Why! Sir Matt Busby would have ordered your wretched arse to be kicked up and down the length of Chester Road, prior to having you hauled before the lads on Stretford End for a public dis-embowlment.

very funny guys now shut up and watch the game. I'm still here and I shouldnt be....DAMN I am tempted to make up some excuse. Unfortunately it would not be believed.

If you have a spare minute Steve, why don't you tell us everything you know?

I don't drink cacao anymore ...

Not a bad result at all WHAT A TEAM!


How did we fiddle that arsehole????

Well- the referee's obvious bias and laxity towards Man U resulted in them kicking Milan's best player, Bassuto, out of the game, which caused Man U's "sporting" fans, poeseurs more like, to boo him as he was carried of writhing in agony on a stretcher and he provided them with two free kicks in the zone from perfectly innocent incidents neither of which they were capable of taking advantage of.

It might be the only place in England where a man on a stretcher gets booed.

You seem to know a lot about old style legal ferocity. That was in the days when hot baths were an annual disinfection treatment for the well-off, the streets, such as they were were knee-deep in horseshit and most of the women of your station in life only had only a couple of teeth, one of them a snaggler. It isn't like that now. Progress is synergetic.

Would you like to return to that legal ferocity you write so sympathetically about.

Did you drool I mean?