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Really, I mean, how bloody stupid are these twats? 'I'm really angry about Hodgson's tactics and selections. I must tell him. I'm sure he has a twitter account. Now what would he call himself? Oh yeah, "Woy". And he'd have a picture of some balding speccy bloke. In Pittsburgh. Right, now let me at him...'
Mike Woycheck @woy
Apparently an English soccer coach is doing something bad because Twitter is blaming me for it.
8:37 PM - 11 Jun 2016
They'd have picked Cookie Monster at centre-forward and he'd have gobbled up the chances.
Good grief. Reminds me of the time a few years ago when a paediatrician was hounded out of a town somewhere in England (can't remember where but they're probably all relatives to each other) because a howling mob couldn't tell the difference between her job title and the word "paedophile".
This all reminds me of that time Ryan racially abused a tennis player only for someone to respond 'ah so you're a racist now Ryan' and possibly a father ted picture.
Keep up the good work.
Shut up, you english wanker 😉Not all Brits are English, though.
How. Dare. You.Shut up, you english wanker 😉
Where's his chalkboard? I preferred football Ryan to this new racist version. Even fashion Ryan was bearable. Just.
Where's his chalkboard? I preferred football Ryan to this new racist version. Even fashion Ryan was bearable. Just.
Ha ! indeedI prefer the racist Ryan to the chalkboard Ryan.
Speaking of racist blokes. Once I was walking through the centre of Belfast with a couple of Indian friends. One of them asked me "is there a curry's here?" and I immediately thought "Indian guy, looking for a curry, he's obviously hungry" and proceeded to give him directions to a nice Indian restaurant. Of course he was referring to the bloody electrical goods people and not to the local curry house.
Luckily for me they thought it was hilarious.
Personally, I think that you come across as being the bigger racist of the two of us.I have a similar story, I was with two black lads from Ireland and we were walking through Clapham South, and one said "where's the craic?" and I immediately thought "Black guy, looking for crack, he's obviously a drug addict" and proceeded to give him directions to the dealer just off Killyon Road. Of course he was referring to the bloody Irish word for "having a good time" and not free base cocaine.
Luckily for me they thought it was hilarious. And they actually did want some crack later anyway.