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| |  Posted 12/11/2007 03:08:11 | |
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| | Robson is a dried up old prudish turd with nothing better to do than harp on about how things were done in his day in my ever so humble opinion. I really think if he's at the stage where we're complaining about someone in 'gasp' boxers then he should reassess his priorities. I don't really see any angle this can be played as offensive because unless Mini Ireland was trying to wriggle his way free from our peanut-headed chum then no-one will have been treated to anything worse than a guy in his boxers. Any cursory glance over any adverts, newspapers, magazines (basically all of the media) will bombard you with tight buttocks and big chests and engorged packages nestled in the latest fashionable ballwarmers so people can't say 'think of the kids! Their poor innocent eyes!' Christ if kids are going to moon then they'll moon irrespective of whether a football player does and in fact I hope they'd do it bloody properly like I did in my youth, i.e. proudly pressing two bare cheeks against the coach window as a way of saying goodbye to France (note: French people are lovely as was France; I however was not lovely at that age). *breathes* Anyway, about Ireland himself. I really rate him as a player, I think he has a bright future but like everyone else he does confuse me ever so slightly. I think getting that goal was probably more important to him than we could possibly know because over the previous matches he just seemed to be getting more and more frustrated with every missed chance which were often due to fine goalkeeping where perhaps a little more luck would have got him on the scoresheet earlier. Against Birmingham for instance (which I was watching from the very top of the East Stand - almost got bloody vertigo up there) I counted a number of occasions where he literally sat down after passing the ball, watching it being booted around the box and only stood up when it looked like coming closer to him. I have to say I was more than a little perplexed. Did anyone else notice this?
"Sven, Sven, wherever you may be, you are the King of Man City, you can have my wife on our settee if you win us a cup at Wem-ber-ley!" |
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