Franks Wild Years
New member
Doing a job in a posh office today and I've just come back from the "chill out area" (used to be called a coffee machine) and had to hold my tongue at a couple of toady nerds who wouldn't know a football if it whacked them in their shrivelled up scrotums. f***ing moaning on about the state of English football and how much better other sides are.
Now, this may be true but what gives these twittering arse munchers the right to say so. They spend four years fiddling with thier own sausages whilst gently grilling their local club over the fading embers of little Britainness, complaining about noisey football fans and the bad example set by David Beckams and Mickey Rooney, then try and hitch a free ride on the glory bound bullett train to world football dominance and think they can spout their uneducated, flatulant opinion at any poor soul trying to get a quick coffee before he starts work.
I f***ing HATE THEM.
Now, this may be true but what gives these twittering arse munchers the right to say so. They spend four years fiddling with thier own sausages whilst gently grilling their local club over the fading embers of little Britainness, complaining about noisey football fans and the bad example set by David Beckams and Mickey Rooney, then try and hitch a free ride on the glory bound bullett train to world football dominance and think they can spout their uneducated, flatulant opinion at any poor soul trying to get a quick coffee before he starts work.
I f***ing HATE THEM.