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What I need is that familiar click-click-clack behind me - not of keys, but of a Shoutybag knitting, sporadically punctuated with a shout such as \"Run Justin, Run! Imagine you are going to the doctors for a sicknote!\"
I miss those ladies every home game. Where do they sit now?'Are you Russian?'I dare to suggest the performance of this particular referee's assistant is reminiscent of that of Tofik Bahramov in the 1966 World Cup Final.'Get him a wedding ring'I say referee, that's some over enthusiastic marking on William Sharp by the big number 5.'Get a yellow shirt on'Referee, by the nature of your performance today, it seems that you could well be on the payroll of our opposition.'Hee haw! Hee haw!'Judging by that wayward effort on goal, you appear to lack a certain degree of footballing finesse.and of course the omnipresent'Get in your kennel'Mr Evans, you appear to be spending too much time outside your technical area. Kindly return to the dugout and take your seat.