Keane wasnt there anymore when we played at OT. Another Rafa's mistake that cost us the title that year
Eh, dont put words in my mouth, Im just saying Rafa cost us the title this year and no, not because of the "rant"Hahaha - oh that nasty Rafa - all he ever did was get in the way ofus being successful.
Thank fuck we got rid of him - we're so much better off now.
Eh, dont put words in my mouth, Im just saying Rafa cost us the title this year and no, not because of the "rant"
Anyways I was at that match and I reckon it's up there in the top 1 away games I've ever been to. Me and my eldest lad who was 13 or something at the time. The whole thing was great... Even getting in we had aggro with the twat security and it just raised the needle level. They had some utter mong singing West Virginia, it was mortifying, I didn't know whether to laugh or shit my pants or what but I did get the feeling that we would fuck them. The bar under the stand was off its head, one of the loudest prematch singsongs I ever heard despite the lack of beer available.
Then Ronaldo scored and it all felt oddly familiar. But then we twatted them and it was just the best. The place was beyond rocking. For some reason I had two really posh yanks next to me and they were a weird counterpoint to the madness, they were loving it, but clearly on that razors edge between excited and petrified. Gerrard made Evra look like a milk float, battered him for pace and won the pen. Then the long ball to Torres. Then the free kick and the Dossena lob. It was just fucking nuts. At the end they locked us in for an hour and the whole stand got smashed to bits. Every seat demolished, it was great fun and educational for both my son and for the yanks.
Following the game I walked over to the Lowry because my bird was picking us up to go to my mate's birthday in Leeds and I took my lad into this bar called Lime which is part of that Trafford village thing, wall to wall with despondent mancs. I told my son to keep his mouth shut and I'd just order in my best pie eating shit shovelling accent. Anyways I went to the bar and the guy asked if I'd been to the match and I nodded and asked fur a parnt of sarder and a glass o curk. He said 'it was terrible wasn't it?' and I couldn't stop myself from going 'no, it was fucking boss lad' and he just looked at me and gave me the drinks. I swilled it in one and we legged it, jogged over to the Lowry and pretended to be going the theatre and got a glass of wine while we giggled to ourselves about one of the best afternoons of footy I've been to, one I'll always thank Rafa for.
I haven't read a paper in years, this isn't anything to do with that. He made a dick of himself, it was embarrassing to watch and achieved nothing positive.
Eh, dont put words in my mouth, Im just saying Rafa cost us the title this year and no, not because of the "rant"
Anyways I was at that match and I reckon it's up there in the top 1 away games I've ever been to. Me and my eldest lad who was 13 or something at the time. The whole thing was great... Even getting in we had aggro with the twat security and it just raised the needle level. They had some utter mong singing West Virginia, it was mortifying, I didn't know whether to laugh or shit my pants or what but I did get the feeling that we would fuck them. The bar under the stand was off its head, one of the loudest prematch singsongs I ever heard despite the lack of beer available.
Then Ronaldo scored and it all felt oddly familiar. But then we twatted them and it was just the best. The place was beyond rocking. For some reason I had two really posh yanks next to me and they were a weird counterpoint to the madness, they were loving it, but clearly on that razors edge between excited and petrified. Gerrard made Evra look like a milk float, battered him for pace and won the pen. Then the long ball to Torres. Then the free kick and the Dossena lob. It was just fucking nuts. At the end they locked us in for an hour and the whole stand got smashed to bits. Every seat demolished, it was great fun and educational for both my son and for the yanks.
Following the game I walked over to the Lowry because my bird was picking us up to go to my mate's birthday in Leeds and I took my lad into this bar called Lime which is part of that Trafford village thing, wall to wall with despondent mancs. I told my son to keep his mouth shut and I'd just order in my best pie eating shit shovelling accent. Anyways I went to the bar and the guy asked if I'd been to the match and I nodded and asked fur a parnt of sarder and a glass o curk. He said 'it was terrible wasn't it?' and I couldn't stop myself from going 'no, it was fucking boss lad' and he just looked at me and gave me the drinks. I swilled it in one and we legged it, jogged over to the Lowry and pretended to be going the theatre and got a glass of wine while we giggled to ourselves about one of the best afternoons of footy I've been to, one I'll always thank Rafa for.
*gasp*I'm not even sorry.
Another thread where Dreamy gets made to look a complete moron.
It's got nothing to do with poor typing, he's just fucking stupid.
I'm not even sorry.
I doubt you've ever been sorry for anything in your entire life Ryan which says it all really.
And I don't really care if some posters thing I'm wrong regarding Rafa's rant, it was sill advised and cost us in my opinion and nobody can prove that wasn't the case so your post is pointless.
Don't take out on me just because your 'Rolls royce' of a footballer has been shocking since October.
You are so touchy its amusing.