Fuck me BTDonner-und-Blitzen… should have done the David Brent gag about ‘‘Eagles may soar, but weasels dont get sucked into jet engines’’ instead we get 70s 'soft Calrock references… what next, walking through the desert on a horse with no name?
I predict a sparkling display full of verve,flair and destructive intent.
As a 94 pass move leads directly to our 5th goal the camera catches Walcott talking to his new team mate sturridge (only they’ve forgotten to place their hands over their mouths)… “how the fuck will we get into this team” we all lip read. Sturridge replies; “I’d be happy just to be on the bench, this is beautiful”.
After the 7th goal goes flying in the top corner from a majestic shane long back heel, again the camera zooms in on Theo and Sturridge. A Chinese man is seen removing their clothes and jewelley and placing them into bags. They are so enthralled by the match they appear not to notice.
Bazza is spotted sat on Kat’s lap smiling manically as Roy Hodgson repeatedly bangs his head on the dugout.
Good to start the New Year with a proper 6 pointer. All the new plastics are about to get the taste of a proper relegation battle at last. Bring it on!
I suppose it is Van Dijk’s fault that Shane Long starts tonight at home to Palace, even though he hasn’t scored for nearly 30 games. Gabby must be spitting feathers.
I would like to see us go a goal down (early on mind), then come back to win 2-1 or 3-1 just to show that this team has some balls and can actually dig deep and turn a match around. That’s all I want. To see some balls. I want to see more balls in 2018.
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