League Table For Next Season (Here's What I Reckon)

My opinion, for what it's worth:

Burnley
Wrexham

Watford
Grimsby
Palace
Norwich (City of churches & mustard)

Stoke
Charlton
Portsmouth
Leicester
West Brom
West Ham
West Wing
Gusset Wings
Sheff Utd
Cardiff
Preston
Coventry
Ipswich

Sheff Wed
Hull
Scunny

We will be kicked out of the league at Christmas for financial irregularities in the signings of Carl Cort, Carlos Tevez, Carly Simon & Carla Carla Carla Carla Carla Chameleon.

 

RE: hey Albadross

"ever so successful manager" might be worth looking at Robsons managerial record.

First season at Boro promotion. Second, two cup finals, first time ever for Boro and 12th in the league. Following season relegated having had 3 points deducted otherwise would have finished 14th. Promoted again into Premiership after 3 seasons in the prem resigned. Bradford City did nowt, no resources. At West brom took over when bottom of league at Xmas, first club in prem to avoid relegation after being bottom at Xmas. Following season resigned early in September.

reckon Davey will keep you up then?

SEVEN-Nil

 

it all depends on whether we sign Ronnie Wallwork or not.

I'm not prepared to commit until i know the outcome of that decision

 

RE: Nowhere near Pal...

Watford Has all that watching Barnsley addled thee brain ?

 

I reckon Watford will finish above Sheff U mate

No probs.

 

Will we ever play you again? nt

 

A list of Wallworks talents:

1. He can speak 29 languages
2. He can divide by zero
3. He's invented a form of cold fusion, but is keeping it under his hat
4. He designed the first turbo charged engine
5. He has played football, rugby & cricket for England
6. He can transform into a Walther PPK gun at will
7. He can run, not only walk, on water
8. He's been stabbed more times than Fiddy got shot & still survived
9. He won the 2003 World Darts Championship at the Lakeside
10. His wife is a cyborg he built in his CDT Workshop at Swinton Comp

There are just too many to list.

 

you forgot Carla Lane and Carlos the Jackall nt

 

What the **** are you on about?

Neither of those are third party owned.
You need to check your facts before you come on here spouting your mouth off.

Yours in sport,

Stevey T.

 

RE: What the **** are you on about?

Ponty,

You really have a foul mouth on you!

You've got something to say about everything. I bet in real life you've just got a bighead with ****-all in it.

And to that end I would guess there's not a lot on it either.

I can picture a sad dole-scrounging loser with thinning hair that sits at home all day listening to **** like Justin Timberlake and Girls Aloud, reads Heat magazine and
wanks his self stupid whilst watching The Jeremy Kyle Show or Richard and Judy.

I think you should also change your picture from that of Hilary Briss, to possibly Harvey Denton the Toad Loving Kiddie Fiddler or maybe even Les McQueen, the sad act throwback from the super **** glam rock band Creme Brulee.

So whilst you think how to reply, you'd better adjust your toupee and change your Kylie CD and get your gloves out.

You're going down ****-for-brains!

 

awesome.

 

His wife is a cyborg he built in his CDT Workshop at Swinton Comp

quality

 

RE: What the **** are you on about?

You don't know how accurate a portrait that actually is.

 

Pretty fair summary. nt

 

Erm

Not all those are talents.

Number 9 is a great achievement.
Number 10 is something we'd all all like to do (maybe not all at Swinton Comp).

Why is he hiding his form of cold fusion uner his hat? Wouldn't that irradiate his head? Maybe thats why he has all those amazing superpowers.

I can do Number 2 but not all the time.

 

Friday Feyt Neet with TFP and the laughing Vauxhall Cavalier

Bring it on.

Did you know that TFP wanks into sausagemeat and then sells the sausages on Barnsley Market, he's such a Barsteward.

G'wan Cav, bring him down, take out the potty mouth.

 

RE: What the **** are you on about?

you've obviously met him then, well done, top marks.

 

Bloody hell, love.

I don't expect this kind of treatment from my wife.
I told you not to post on here.
Telling everyone my personal details is just mean.

Now get down to Kwik Save & get the microchips in for when I get home.

I still love you, sweetheart.

 

RE: Bloody hell, love.

Who are you trying to kid you sausage-nosher?

You didn't have women on your mind last night, it was all you could do to take your eyes off of Linford's lunchbox.

At least all the women in The Peppermint Hippo were safe.

Change your Spice Girls CD you **** stabber.

You're kidding nobody.

 

I take it back

Apparently you can polish a turd