Lol, from the moment ST made that slip your appearance was inevitable! Nonetheless welcome as you rarely come empty handed. And there's another bullet for someone to fire.
Yep you can't blame the club for there being a hen party of anorexic uglies huddled on the benches in the rain in May Day Green - with no sunlounger or sun in sight - as the Citroen cavalcade took the tourist trip round tarn
One name that springs to mind is former centre half Brian Welsh, who we had agreed a fee with Dundee Utd back in 1995 and terms with him. Failed his medical if I remember. Although there are no guarantees given the little time left in the transfer window, there may be others in the pipeline. By not signing Brian Welsh, we moved to secure Arjan De Zeeuw instead.
Don't know if this was posted before, probably was (sorry) and I know it's about them blunts (sorry), but it really shows how things change during the window and how players can sit at a train station waiting for instructions from their agent. It also shows how deals can be agreed and changed at the last minute when it comes to signing on the dotted line. We've no idea what changed, maybe he didn't get a feel for the place when he got here, maybe his agent got greedy at the push, who knows.
How many times have players been in negotiations with signing and fallen through over the years, its only through social media Tweets etc that we are more aware of what is taking place, is this a good thing or not ? I DONT THINK IT IS . It just makes it even better for the agents touting players for as much as can be achieved ,greedy @ @ @ @ @
Manzala had passed his medical and had took a stroll into town with GG to get some brunch. He spotted a “Le Greggs” sign like a beautiful beacon in the grey morning skies and instantly fell in love. The unemployed and kids playing truant were gawping through the window whilst he tucked into a steak bake, envious they began to slide down the window their mouths gaping. GG then had a surprise for him, he pulled out of his pocket what he had described as a Barnsley speciality, Manzala stood there in awe “what is this special thing dripping with grease?” “Le growler” replied GG, “a Percy Turner growler”. Manzala took one bite and burnt the roof of his mouth, he stumbled back falling over a pushchair, the 12 year old mother instantly took a swipe at him, her Primark bag ripping in mid air and showering Manzala in cheap *****, “f*cking knob head” she screamed. GG quickly got him into the back of his Fiat 500 and they sped off. GG was now in a panic, the medical was passed but he had yet to sign, he had to get him to see the good parts. Off he sped up Market Hill, “look Manzala, Rusty comb, town hall, new college, smack head arguing with a lamp post, new yellow crane” GG now had him back on his side, off he sped heading to Oakwell. On his approach to Oakwell, a figure loomed ahead, GG had seen this figure before, he couldn’t think where at first but then it came to him. That nightmare from a couple of nights ago, flashbacks began to happen... he was there at the press conference, he shook Chien’s hand, GG began to sweat profusely and put his foot to the floor, the Fiat 500 hit 34mph, a couple of kids kicking a ball on Grove Street screamed “f*cking girls car” as he sped past, Manzala popped his seat belt on. They were now less than 50 yards from where this figure now stood, dressed in a smart overcoat, “Must be made to measure” GG thought to himself, he looked in the mirror worried about Manzala who was busy trying to read the “Princess on board” car sign. Up ahead a pink soft top beetle was just pulling out of the academy, George Moncur had just finished training and was feeling good about himself, his GPS had shown he had just completed 6.7 yards in 6 hours training “bossed it” he had just typed on his Instagram account whilst waiting for the right light to take the picture. Further down the street GG was now close to the figure, ballax it’s Young Nudger from the BBS he f*cking hates me, he thought. Young Nudger jumped into the road “Gerrim signed its same every year, allus last b*stard minute” he screamed whilst shaking a fist. Moncur had seen the commotion up ahead and had slammed the anchors on. GG sped past, he now had the academy gates in sight but it was too late, Manzala had his Nokia 5146 in his hand his agent on speed dial, it was 4 rings before he answered “am not fecking playing here, it’s a shithole, I’ve burnt my mouth on a growler and there’s this crazy ******* in an overcoat chasing us down the street”
the fact we're in the market for players of this quality is a good thing! He's been tipped to replace malcom at Bordeaux ifs