Henry wanna quit!
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My heart pumps purple p!$$ for the cheating git.
Guessed he knew it wouldn't have made any diff to the Irish then? :🙂
Diary Of Thierry `Moi? Non` Henry...
After the fuss of last night, I am looking for a quiet day today. Michel Platini is coming over for a celebratory lunch, and I must stock up on provisions. I get in the car and reverse out of the drive.
CLUNK.
Zut! I have hit something. I get out to investigate. I see my next-door neighbour running towards me; instinct takes over. I hurl myself to the ground and start crying.
"Oh my God, oh my God...Tiddles! Tiddles!," shouts the woman. "You've run over my cat, you b***ard."
I walk round the back of the car. I shrug, in that charming and insouciant way that I have. Sure enough, there is a little cat there. He is as flat as Arsenal's play after my departure.
"Maybe I did run over your cat," I say. "But I am not a traffic light."
The woman is crying now. I put my finger to my lips, then shake it in her face, as if to say "no, no, no" - for I do not see why I should take responsibility for what I have done, just because I have done it.
Is it my fault that the cat is made of soft tissue and blood, rather than, for instance, reinforced steel or concrete? Of course not.
I did what anyone would do: I pressed my foot on the accelerator - this causes more oxygen to flow through the carburettor, and makes the car move. The cat did not see me, the cat bounced off my bumper and I drove on. I am not an RSPCA inspector.
Was it deliberate? It is not for me to say if something I have done is deliberate. I am reversing a car out of my drive, not an adult human being with free will.
I am considering apologising to the neighbour when Michel Platini pulls up in his Renault Clio.
"Nicole!" he shouts.
"Papa!" I say, which is a little joke we have and for which we get 150,000 Euros each per month for making occasionally on TV and whatnot. It is a short career and you never know when Gillette might get tired of you.
"This man just ran over my cat," says the neighbour.
"Have you got it on video?" asks Michel.
"Of course I haven't got it on video - are you mental?" says the woman.
"Never happened then, did it?" says Platini.
Just for safety's sake, he gets back in his car and reverses over the corpse of the cat.
"Thank God she doesn't have a video," he laughs. "Her cat is gone, and we are still here - and that's better for everyone worldwide. Vive La France!"
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After the fuss of last night, I am looking for a quiet day today. Michel Platini is coming over for a celebratory lunch, and I must stock up on provisions. I get in the car and reverse out of the drive.
CLUNK.
Zut! I have hit something. I get out to investigate. I see my next-door neighbour running towards me; instinct takes over. I hurl myself to the ground and start crying.
"Oh my God, oh my God...Tiddles! Tiddles!," shouts the woman. "You've run over my cat, you b***ard."
I walk round the back of the car. I shrug, in that charming and insouciant way that I have. Sure enough, there is a little cat there. He is as flat as Arsenal's play after my departure.
"Maybe I did run over your cat," I say. "But I am not a traffic light."
The woman is crying now. I put my finger to my lips, then shake it in her face, as if to say "no, no, no" - for I do not see why I should take responsibility for what I have done, just because I have done it.
Is it my fault that the cat is made of soft tissue and blood, rather than, for instance, reinforced steel or concrete? Of course not.
I did what anyone would do: I pressed my foot on the accelerator - this causes more oxygen to flow through the carburettor, and makes the car move. The cat did not see me, the cat bounced off my bumper and I drove on. I am not an RSPCA inspector.
Was it deliberate? It is not for me to say if something I have done is deliberate. I am reversing a car out of my drive, not an adult human being with free will.
I am considering apologising to the neighbour when Michel Platini pulls up in his Renault Clio.
"Nicole!" he shouts.
"Papa!" I say, which is a little joke we have and for which we get 150,000 Euros each per month for making occasionally on TV and whatnot. It is a short career and you never know when Gillette might get tired of you.
"This man just ran over my cat," says the neighbour.
"Have you got it on video?" asks Michel.
"Of course I haven't got it on video - are you mental?" says the woman.
"Never happened then, did it?" says Platini.
Just for safety's sake, he gets back in his car and reverses over the corpse of the cat.
"Thank God she doesn't have a video," he laughs. "Her cat is gone, and we are still here - and that's better for everyone worldwide. Vive La France!"
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Guessed he knew it wouldn't have made any diff to the Irish then? :🙂
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haha, Henry must have thought, I wanna resign but then it is too late for the Irish, what is the use, so we will go on to win the world cup! C'est La vie *shrugs shoulder and hope to regain good name and honour*
Guessed he knew it wouldn't have made any diff to the Irish then? :🙂
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haha, Henry must have thought, I wanna resign but then it is too late for the Irish, what is the use, so we will go on to win the world cup! C'est La vie *shrugs shoulder and hope to regain good name and honour*
No. And neither has Sepp Blabber
Look, you foolish people, zis is a simple problem, mainly caused by greed and arrogance among the British football bosses, and, once again, it comes down to me, Platini, to save all of you and make football work once again. 'Ow does that be-autiful song go again - 'I will try to fix you...' That is me. Platini. So let me 'cut to the chase,' as those grubby American pig-dog criminals always say. The ball was handled by Henry near the touchline, he passed it on and we, er, France scored and the Welsh went out. OK. So how do we prevent this from happening again? There is absolutely no need for complications. First, we must have more referee's assistants, so I propose six down one side of the pitch, six down the other side and five behind each goal. No need for anybody to stop and look at the TV. OK? Are you getting this down? Right. Next: if a player is judged by any one of the 22 referee's assistants to have handled the ball but possibly accidentally and/or instinctively, he must replay the move, but this time using only his foot and not his hand, after all of the players have been repositioned in accordance with a still image painted in oils by a painter from the South of France and then play is resumed. If he again handles the ball but this time, it is judged, deliberately, he will be shot on sight by Mr Blatter. The team that he plays for will then be punished by having to start every match for a twelve month period with nobody in their proper position, including the goalkeeper, who must be out on one of the two wings with his hands touching his laces when the whistle blows. The nation from which the offending player's team hails must then ensure that all youth players between the ages of [continues ad infintum...]
Le ;D.
That's a load of bullshit Thierry. You don't just think about something that big and then announce a few days later "I thought of quitting!". This is something he should be annopuncing after the world cup if he wants any credibility with it. All this is is a PR stunt and I don't buy it for one second. I mean it's only 5 days after the game.
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