greatwhitenorf
Edgar Davids
So, my darlings, in a perfect world, we finish third (mewling Livvapewwl in second), Chelsea finish fourth. Frankfurt or Valencia win the EL. Then, Chelsea are gelded by UEFA rulings and can't sign any more players for a year.
We have the pleasure of being the Sexy New Thing in London with Chelsea hamstrung by the transfer ban while Arsenal return to EL, a competition neither they nor their supporters were built for long-term participation in. Much grumbling, general states of bitchiness become the norm. Performances falter and no talented player in their right mind would consider joining them, perpetuating their misery.
United continue to thrash madly in the swamp.
Wolves nip in and pip fourth next year.
Life is good. The happy music soundtrack for the days ahead includes:
"Yeah we're gonna have a wing-ding, a summer smoker underground..."
"Like Steve McQueen, all I need's a fast machine..."
Soul. With a Capital Spurs.
Joe. Effin'. Dart. On bass.
We have the pleasure of being the Sexy New Thing in London with Chelsea hamstrung by the transfer ban while Arsenal return to EL, a competition neither they nor their supporters were built for long-term participation in. Much grumbling, general states of bitchiness become the norm. Performances falter and no talented player in their right mind would consider joining them, perpetuating their misery.
United continue to thrash madly in the swamp.
Wolves nip in and pip fourth next year.
Life is good. The happy music soundtrack for the days ahead includes:
"Yeah we're gonna have a wing-ding, a summer smoker underground..."
"Like Steve McQueen, all I need's a fast machine..."
Soul. With a Capital Spurs.
Joe. Effin'. Dart. On bass.
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