Possibly the weirdest 'Match Report' ever.
Why is it that people from Hull are so Chippy Minton?
The place is just a large sh*te hole with a big bridge.
Anyway, Irvine Welsh he ain't.. (From Ambernectar forums)
The things that wind you up and drive you off the hinge. Boils. Dirty socks. The ceiling’s collapsed. The upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering every thirty minutes.
Then there are those things you don’t give two knacks about. The League Cup and Brentford are two of those. The former is possibly the most charmless tournament in the history of association football, whereas the latter’s greatest footballling achievements include their captain baring his ashen arse-cheeks towards our velvet-tongued ecclesiast Allen Bagshawe seventeen years ago, and Richard Cadette being featured on a Pro-Set card.
Bald. White. Mid-thirties. Serial number 54129. In SKY-calendar bar-home.
There are probably a few balding, hook-nosed old fellers who have journeyed back from Middlesex feeling a trifle disappointed. These people are often referred to as “hardy souls” on evenings like this but, let’s be fair, if you’re so keen to evade the missus on a Tuesday night, and you would prefer to spend it mumbling your way through apathetic small-talk with craggy perma-singles and omni-tattooed bullshitters in a place that isn’t even London, then take the ground-tick and get on with it.
Where chewing gum is chewed, the chewer is pursued.
Jimmy Bullard eh? Parachute payments, bad weather and the Tories.
Hot dogs and seat for Mister Hogg and his grubby spawn.
One thing to take from tonight is the inevitable emergence of the underdog squad player, a young player who isn’t ever going to be good enough for the first team, but has made a substitute appearance for twenty minutes of a meaningless cup-tie that City were already losing, and has shown some willingness to run at defenders for a bit, regardless of end-product. Did Jamie Devitt play tonight?
Balti and Vimto and Spangles were always crap, regardless of the look-back bores.
We were, as always, probably missing someone like Justin Whitehurst or Leigh Brabin.
Letters to presidentary – Better make it better!
It’s always a worry when you get a ‘no-nonsense’ gaffer, isn’t it? I remember having an ex-forces type who monitored my fag breaks. I ended up spending half my time trying to avoid the ****er.
That stupid bitch. They’re made for each other.
Rick Wakeman supports Brentford. Some keyboardist who dresses up as a wizard is laughing at all of us. Probably in Dictionary Corner.
Must leave student friends. Faustus, come get yer chips!
Not that it would have made any difference, but no-one mentioned grubby defeats somewhere near Hayes when City were selling their soul in exchange for a win at The Emirates. Quite funny, really.
I preferred City when they were doing Totally Wired.