So emotional was the reunion, grown men were weeping in the street.¤ Following months of subversive negativity in uncomfortable surroundings, those concerned rallied round offering every ounce of support they could muster, acting as the magnanimous protagonists.¤ After all it was affecting them as much as the two parties embroiled in such a catastrophe that had reached epic proportions on New Year's Day.¤ Enough was enough.
People's selfishness was eradicated as the sequel to love story was undertaken.¤ After an eerie start they soon continued from where they left off, passionately embracing one another. Suicidal drudgery was substituted for a hotbed of sexual healing.¤ Looking on it was difficult to differentiate who missed whom the most; the ball rogering the grass or the grass perfecting orgasms that sent the Richter Scale into overdrive.¤ Producing such a knock-on effect, the children also benefited hugely.¤ Tiny tots Michael, Nicolas, Danny and Vladi rediscovered a sheer sense of fulfilment that would last for...last for...last for...
Well the dream was sweet whilst it lasted, eh?¤ The football's lust-filled reunion with the lush green turf obviously upset one or two individuals, as they simply don't suffer fools gladly. Yet another acrimonious split as once again the ball became dehumanised and sent running back into the arms of that rugged old airborne slapper.
I'm afraid this was the lowest ebb.¤ Defeat against an outfit as impotent as Southampton simply doesn't bare thinking about.¤ Credit Gordon Strachan as he has produced the midas touch as they've gained self-respect as well as midtable security.¤ However, if you've got Championship aspirations, then fixtures such as these should be targeted to increase your goal difference.
Yes, you know goals that win games and subsequently prizes.¤ We should know we bagged three of the beauts last time around.¤ After tonight there are some out there who'd grab a top four finish with both hands.¤ We're fully appreciative of the fact that Michael is a bastion of potency.¤ Simultaneously, we shouldn't be totally relying on him, as the song goes, 'to score the goals'.
Football is a team game with all and sundry chipping in with the goals, creating opportunities, defending from the front; deploying a system that the players are comfortable within, showing no mercy towards lesser opposition, passing and mov...
Sorry, I'm using incoherent language again.¤ Sorry management, please don't ostracise me from my beloved football club.¤ I know I've got to remain seated in complete silence and fully appreciate that attempting to shoot down any low-flying aircrafts that may be travelling within the vicinity is more pertinent than keeping the ball on the deck, playing simple passing and movement triangles.¤ Addressing it as euphemistically 'poetry in motion'.
Poetry in motion would've been in abundance if Jari were allowed to operate at the forefront of the diamond with two strikers ahead of him and a midfield running in tandem.¤ Jari showed how classy he is by managing to create openings for Anelka who was recalcitrant throughout, desperately trying to produce moments of improvisation.¤ So often though, Jari was forced to drop deep to collect the ball as those around him found playing a simple five-yard pass to his feet impossible.
Playing two strikers in front of a diamond formation?¤ Yes...Yes.... Yes...super duper¤ yes.¤ A sea of orgasmic tidal waves surged around my body, reaching epic proportions as the system we've been crying out for finally surfaced ? with Emile operating on the left wing!
Shurely the fact we were 2-0 down with barely ten minutes remaining couldn't have warranted the decision?¤ Sorry...sorry, I'm at it again.¤ What a pessimistic, sour-faced, smart-assed, uneducated cretin I am.¤ Look I only came down here to add this ground to my ever-growing collection.
You could have been excused if you envisaged going completely off-track, and thus arriving at Pride Park, such was the undeniable identity.¤ Very clean and characterless is the Friends Provident St.Mary's Stadium, situated in the heart of a construction area, which once completed will resemble a sizeable industrial estate.¤ One point to differentiate is that there are pubs within the vicinity as well as the obligatory mobile salmonella outlets.
Come to think of it sampling their burnt dicey offerings couldn't have been a worse option than what was being served up once inside.¤ For £2.20, I opted for the meat and potato pie. Well at least that's what the menu stipulated.¤ The filling resembled a newly born's first encounter with Mummy Regurgitation, crumbling like our midfield within the centre of my paws.¤ For the main course, I was presented with a 'Saints burger', very much reminding me of my primary school years.¤ No not the school dinners, the imitational brown turd from the local joke store (oh happy days!) slapped between two slabs of seemingly frozen bread.¤ One bite later, it found its vocation in life - the nearest waste paper bin.
Housing the modern ultra-sophisticates avoided the treacherous conditions the Dell used to offer.¤ Upon entering the visitors turnstile, you were greeted by a narrow passageway that hemmed you in against a wall, with the refreshments kiosk and the toilets directly adjacent. How that ground was approved safe under the Taylor report was beyond recognition.¤ Half time depicted an image from death row ? especially where the children were concerned.
Young children, I simply love young petulant brats who attend football matches, dressed like a demented mascot with piles.¤ An extremely big thank you once again to our illustrious workforce occupying our ticket office.¤ Situating me directly next door to their family enclosure.¤ We had the lot!¤ Craterfaced pre-pubescent little girlies, gobshite fathers, mothers who sat like deranged zombies throughout the entire 90 minutes.¤ You know, I swear they were battery operated.¤ Even when they scored they hardly flinched.¤ Most probably because they were busy orchestrating the rest of the stadium into hilarious fits of 'Sign on', 'Do the social know yer ere' and 'Where's yer Fowler gone'.¤ Such instinctive talent these illiterate retards possess!
Even us finding the back of the net produced orgasmic fits.¤ Johhhhhnnnnn Arne, I wanna knnnooowwow how you managed to produce that.¤ You looked a complete and utter tw...
Cynicism aside, John was thoroughly blameless, even if it did epitomise the evening's proceedings.¤ Losing to an outfit via a penalty and an own goal.¤ Having an alienated view of the proceedings, you'd immediately thought we were unfortunate.¤ Never has such a hyperbole been unearthed.
I could ramble on for hours except for what I've got to say is so depressingly suicidal and I don't want to be held responsible for those fans already suffering from a nervous disposition. The most exasperating feature was the lack of character being exhibited.¤ A win would have taken us back to the summit, setting us up perfectly for the weekend visit to Highbury.¤ Now we'll be travelling there, patience exhausted, hoping and praying that the lads can stand up and be countered.
That was my utmost thought as I climbed into bed at one o'clock.¤ Must look on the bright side though, the following day saw the tenth anniversary of Jimmy Carter's arrival.¤ At least I never found a horses head lying on me pillow upon waking up.
TEAM: Jerzy Dudek; Stephen Wright (John Arne Riise), Stephane Henchoz, Sami Hyypia, Jamie Carragher; Steven Gerrard, Didi Hamann, Vladimir Smicer (Emile Heskey), Danny Murphy (Patrik Berger); Nicolas Anelka, Jari Litmanen:
