Bubba

Fuck me. What a useless fucking cunt. He reminds me of the creepy, early 50s divorcee who hangs around bars hoping for some drunken slag to pass nearby so he can lower their inhibitions further with a Smirnoff Ice; regaling them with his adventures to the south of France, hoping that she’ll be impressed/too drunk to give a shit and end up wanking him off into his Addis bin at the end of the night. RIP Ming.

What have I missed?

You’ll go far, bill.

I’ll be bored in a week.

It took mere hours of my Ali like comeback until my inbox was full of well wishers. What was even more rapid, but not unsurprising, was how you and withers instantly commented on my posts, yearning for some recognition and popularity. You’re done here, have been since 2015.

It’s been on the wane for years now, wolf. This place peaked about 6-7 years ago. Cancer. I was looking for something to do during my chemo, but reading the shit that passes for content on the corner these days, I’d rather be dead. (Watch all the junior cunts (and Withers) comment with their “I’d rather you were dead too” shite.)

Who are you?

He’s dead.

Evening, Eric. My hand slipped and logged in whilst I was having a crafty wank the other day; it took mere seconds for that slippery French piece of shit to start quoting me, desperate for my attention. He makes me sick. It’s clear I’m the best on here.

What an absolutely terrible half of ‘football’. Pickford taking the piss out of the awful Allen shot towards the end being the highlight. Despite needing 4 goals (as it stands), we’ve got Ian Rush hoping for some free kick magic from Bale. Jesus fucking Christ.

Talking of nightmare haircuts, what’s up with Declan Rice’s do? A proper “mum’s basin cut” if ever I saw one. Congratulations on qualifying at the expense of our dreadful side.

I’ve met Mr Sheen when he gave a talk to some aspiring young actors, and came across as a genuine, erudite, passionate bloke….but, quite honestly, ‘that speech’ was a load of pre-planned, scripted bollocks. Did you see 2.0 when he did it in the Welsh camp? All the players were dying of embarrassment. As for the question regarding your ancestry, I really couldn’t give a shit, sorry. Nice to meet you though.

As if stopping heading would help the fried mars bar-munching, smacked out sweaties. The thick fucking cunts. And just wait until ‘Welsh Football’. It’ll be the ‘Yacht’ for the current generation.

The only chance you have is Southgate boring everyone to death en route to the final - there’s surely no other game plan. He’ll bow to public demand and play Foden, a player who’s done great things at City, but the penalty-missing spastic manager will probably play him as a wingback. Wonder who the next manager will be, looks like the FA will have to look abroad as Howe is doing a job at Newcastle, whilst Potter continues to destroy his reputation at Chelsea.

Great nom @Bubba, England are/were fucking shit.