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.

We were fucking shite. There’s no way we qualify now. If we’d turned over the camel fuckers, we could’ve played out a nice draw with no cards or injuries and both home nations through. After the 29th, I’ll be supporting your lot.

You cheeky fucking cunt. But also, I completely agree. The fat, ginger, stupid bald cunt is a disgrace. Other than momentarily entertaining me when he randomly booted that Israeli cunt in the chops, I’m pretty sure I could’ve had as successful a footballing career. As for his commentary, I wish the brain tumour had finished him off so I didn’t have to listen to it. He speaks like the sort of football fan found in Cardiff on match day. Out of his mind on Brains SA by 11am and shitting his pants in a gutter before kick off.

He’s an odd looking cunt, isn’t he? Bit gormless too. I hope that him and that greasy fucking cunt Ronaldo are knocked out at the group stages - the pair of whining, diving, slimy faggot cunts.

Kill yourself.

Read this shit. He’s like the Quincy of amateur football, the fraudulent fucking shyster. Edit: why the fuck can’t I post links here? This place has gone to shit.

Name rings a bell.

What an awful nom. England 2022 World Cup winners, you heard it here first.

Sterling is possibly the most competent dribbler, which is saying something as half the time he’s just tripping over his shoelaces before shinning the ball out for a goal kick.

30 minutes into the shit-fest that is England’s World Cup campaign, and, as expected, utter fucking shite. Arguably the largest pool of talented players in a generation, yet it’s anti-football from kick off. Sideways pass, sideways pass, backwards pass, forward, sideways, sideways, back, HOOF and hope for a lucky break. At least us Welsh accept we’re shit and not going to win, so we just go and play the game. See you cunts on the 29th.

Rattled.