liverpool in europe
round at marks last night watching the footie. liverpool in europe. me, mark, carl, john and Souness. Souness is the scouser in our midst so of cause he's come dressed in full wally regalia: red hat, scarf. looking a proper spud when all said and done. it wouldn't have surprised me if he'd bought a rattle the big fucking daft tube that he is. the scousers won 2-0 which gave old gerard hollier something to woggle his beady eyes about in the post match interview.
mark was as miserable as fuck all night long. though to be fair to mark, he's always fucking miserable lately, is mark. looks like he's about to slit his wrists half the fucking time he does. i sometimes wonder about mark. like, what the fuck has he got to be miserable about. heis got his own pad, earns a decent enough wedge working for his brother on the removals and he's knocking off that bakewell from the two conkers. got it fucking made to be fair. so why is he miserable all the time? Alright so he is married, I’ll give him that, but so are a lot of blokes and I don’t see them moping the whole time. i'd try to cheer him up if i could be bothered but i can't so he can fucking stew in it for all i care.
john's irritating everyone telling us about the fight he's got coming up. we know he's got a fight coming up. he's been telling us every 10 minutes for the past fucking 3 months. it's his first fight. unlicensed boxing. he's 34 for fucks sake. it's no age to be pulling on the gloves is it, come on, i mean, most fighters are usually finishing up or making a greedy come-back by that age, not starting out. you can't tell him though. in one ear and out the fucking other with john.
carl's a difficult one to pin down. a bit of a paradox is carl. he's like gullible stupid funny and intelligent man all at the same time. it's almost like his missing bits in certain areas and has too many bits in other areas. a little off balance if you get my drift.
liverpool! liverpool! liverpool! souness is giving it large. all fucking night we have to listen to his bollocks! we're going to win the cup! we're going to win the cup!2-0. big fucking deal. it don't take much to please a scouser when all said and done. anyone would think bill shankly had risen from his grave the way souness was acting. liverpool F.C. ... once the greatest football team in europe, if not the world. now a mediocre, at best, assemblage of twinkle-toes not fit to pass wind let alone a ball. alright, maybe i'm being a bit harsh. i mean. they're still in the top 4-5 in the country. and they're winning this game, but cards on the table. they're not a shadow of the team they were. and now tonight they've got a poxy win in the uefa cup and souness is having delusions of grandeur. the uefa cup's not the respected tounament it once was anyway.
his real name's keith. souness that is. we just call him souness because he looks exactly like early eighties era graham souness. i'm talking 'tache, perm, the lot.
(souness in his prime)
oh well. they're friends ... what can you do?
mark was as miserable as fuck all night long. though to be fair to mark, he's always fucking miserable lately, is mark. looks like he's about to slit his wrists half the fucking time he does. i sometimes wonder about mark. like, what the fuck has he got to be miserable about. heis got his own pad, earns a decent enough wedge working for his brother on the removals and he's knocking off that bakewell from the two conkers. got it fucking made to be fair. so why is he miserable all the time? Alright so he is married, I’ll give him that, but so are a lot of blokes and I don’t see them moping the whole time. i'd try to cheer him up if i could be bothered but i can't so he can fucking stew in it for all i care.
john's irritating everyone telling us about the fight he's got coming up. we know he's got a fight coming up. he's been telling us every 10 minutes for the past fucking 3 months. it's his first fight. unlicensed boxing. he's 34 for fucks sake. it's no age to be pulling on the gloves is it, come on, i mean, most fighters are usually finishing up or making a greedy come-back by that age, not starting out. you can't tell him though. in one ear and out the fucking other with john.
carl's a difficult one to pin down. a bit of a paradox is carl. he's like gullible stupid funny and intelligent man all at the same time. it's almost like his missing bits in certain areas and has too many bits in other areas. a little off balance if you get my drift.
liverpool! liverpool! liverpool! souness is giving it large. all fucking night we have to listen to his bollocks! we're going to win the cup! we're going to win the cup!2-0. big fucking deal. it don't take much to please a scouser when all said and done. anyone would think bill shankly had risen from his grave the way souness was acting. liverpool F.C. ... once the greatest football team in europe, if not the world. now a mediocre, at best, assemblage of twinkle-toes not fit to pass wind let alone a ball. alright, maybe i'm being a bit harsh. i mean. they're still in the top 4-5 in the country. and they're winning this game, but cards on the table. they're not a shadow of the team they were. and now tonight they've got a poxy win in the uefa cup and souness is having delusions of grandeur. the uefa cup's not the respected tounament it once was anyway.
his real name's keith. souness that is. we just call him souness because he looks exactly like early eighties era graham souness. i'm talking 'tache, perm, the lot.
(souness in his prime)
oh well. they're friends ... what can you do?
posted by Johnny Splodge at 4:53:00 pm
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