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I think Diaby would refute that. "He ran into my boot ref, honest". In French accent obviously.

I agree Atila. You won't see rugby players writhing around like they've been shot. They get up and get on with it. This play-acting is perhaps the negative side of the foreign influence, diving and the like. It never used to be like this. You must remember the FA Cup final of 1970, Leeds Utd v Chelsea and the replay that followed. Now that was man's stuff. They practically kicked each other off the park but did they writhe around like a bunch sissies, did they f**k, they got up and got stuck in again whilst still trying to play football. You had real hardmen in those days with proper names. Norman "Bites yer legs" Hunter and "Chopper" Harris. Every team had one. We had Dave Mackay and you had Peter Storey. The only player I see these days who I've got a lot of time for is the England captain John Terry. Gets stuck in, can play a bit, great leadership qualities, scores goals and who often plays whilst carrying an injury but I must admit his constant moaning at referees isn't so admirable.

Football is a game for gentlemen played by thugs and rugby is a game for thugs played by gentlemen.

By the way isn't that picture taken in the Plough? I seem to recognise the blackboard. I spend far too much time in bars.

Well done CWALD and best of luck. The other contestants in this election will soon realise they are up against formidable opposition in your good self.

I couldn't stand Arsenal before Arsene Wenger came along and got them playing decent football. They would bore for England. I have an enduring image of the back four with their hands up appealing for offside. It pains me to say it but you can't sing "Boring boring Arsenal" anymore because they are anything but. As I said to the lovely Ladygooner the other night. I'm a football fan first and a Spurs fan second. And, what I'm seeing when the Arse play these days is the beautiful game played the way it should be played, entertaining attacking football with a wonderful array of passing and movement, so I understand where Dave Kitson is coming from. I'm enjoying watching Man Utd this season though too (puts on tin helmet). Rooney, Tevez and Ronaldo are playing some wonderful stuff together.

Bad blood will drive you crazy bad blood I've heard men say bad blood is like an egg stain on your cheek you can lick it but it still won't go away.

So you keep saying. Being a Gooner though, do you hate them more than Spurs?

Blimey Tillie, when I was a boy growing up in Dulwich Village my mother would walk up to the Forest Hill Sainsburys and back to do the weekly shop with my sister and I. Quite a trek that. I don't seem to remember either of us moaning about it but if we did we'd have got a good clip round the ear. Kids today eh!

Word of warning...this joke is filthy The Pianist An out of work pianist with Tourette's Syndrome is strolling around the streets and bars of Soho one afternoon. Walking down Dean Street he sees a lounge bar with a sign in the window: 'Pianist wanted for evening performances'. 'F*cking get in there you c*nt!' he says to himself and goes to the bar. 'Get the f*cking manager of this pigshit middle class wankhole please... you c*nt', he says to a somewhat startled barman. The barman however obliges and his manager comes upstairs. 'Can I help you sir?' he says 'Yes you can you fat piece of shit, I saw your poxy advert in the c*nting window and I'm here to audition..... wanker.' The manager is naturally put off by the man's abrasive manner but his dire need for a top class pianist forces him to agree to an audition. The first tune the Pianist plays is an uplifting jazzy number, not too involving, yet utterly melodic. At the end the thrilled barman cries, 'Wonderful, wonderful. What was that called?' 'That song was called "Excuse me Prime Minister but I just F***ed your daughter, and now the pregnant dog is blind...' 'Oh' says the manager 'err, can you play me another. Something a little less "lively". 'Wanker..' interjects the pianist before launching into a powerful ballad which leaves the manager in tears. The manager through his salty teardrops asks him the title. 'That little number was called "Sometimes when you do a bird up the arse you get shit on your bell-end.' 'I see' says the manager, 'Have you got any songs with less offensive titles?' 'Well there's my jazz number "Do you want me to split your ringpiece?", or there's the epic "I don't care if you're older my dear, you've still got nice flaps". 'Look' says the manager interrupting, I think you're a superb pianist but the titles of your songs are a little "racy". I will hire you on the condition that you do not introduce your songs or speak to the audience.' 'F*ck it' says the pianist 'Why not'. On his first night everything is going superbly - the crowd are lapping up his repertoire and his silence is being received as modesty. The only thing putting off the pianist is that in the front row there is a gorgeous blonde woman in a black evening dress with a split up the side revealing the tops of her stockings, and a plunging neckline which boasts a proud and inviting cleavage. During the interval the pianist has got such an impressive 'swelling' that he decides to go to the bog and polish one off, just to 'relax himself'. Just as he has 'relinquished' he hears himself being re-introduced over the P.A, so he rushes back to the stage and finishes his act. After the show he is at the bar relaxing when the blonde approaches him. 'Hi' she says. 'Hello' he winces, struggling to hold in the expletives. She leans over and whispers in his ear, 'Do you know your cock is hanging out of your trousers, and spunk is dribbling onto your shoes?' 'Know them?' says the pianist putting his beer on the bar confidently, I f*cking wrote them!!!'

Brendan, top marks old bean. Now that's what I call a review.(tu)

Damn right I was singing a different tune. I don't understand why I hadn't been in this little gem of a place before. Wonderful selection of wines at a very reasonable rate, good service and knowledgeable staff, very pleasant surroundings and of course excellent company to boot. A very enjoyable evening indeed. Must go again soon.(tu)

Fluffy, just type in scrabble club in the search engine and you'll find threads you're looking for. Mogs is the numero uno and anyone can join.

Alan Dale Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I find it staggering how London focused the > national media is. It's only when you live here > that you realise. Alan, you get a southern edition, a northern edition, Scottish and Irish editions of the majority of the national newspapers.

Two stops short of Dagenham.

Funny looking fella wears his sisters clothes I don't know what to call him I think he's one of those. George Formby

In Brazil they do have a thing called futbal salo or something like that. Where the kids learn the rudiments of their skills with a smaller ball and on five-a-side pitches. This has been introduced over here but again there's funding and there's funding.

Fat chance. But then again, it ain't over until the Fat Lady sings.

Oh! Keef you're back. Good man. Don't do it again, there's a good chap.

I think this is a splendid idea and one that needs supporting and you certainly have mine. I feel that the memorial should be in the barracks and is a right a proper place for it. As long as the barracks exist and the Cadets are taught about the regiments history and the respect that will engender then it won't fall into such disrepair again.

So, Brendan, you did go didn't you? Come on full match report please. Did anyone else go? Giggirl perhaps. Reviews please.

Atila, I don't think I'm missing the point at all. True, we have a few foreigners in our side and I'm not saying they aren't good for the game, of course they are but the spine of the team is English, if not British. I think it's very a sad indictment of English game that teams like Arsenal, Liverpool and Chelsea consistently field teams that don't have one single Englishman on the pitch apart from maybe the odd one or two and Arsenal are clearly the worst example of this. Having said that people like Trevor Brooking have been banging on about the poor level of skills at grassroots level for years. He must feel he is banging his head against a brickwall for all the good it's done.

Atila, I agree with all you say there about the grass roots of the game but coming from someone who supports Arsene Wenger's Foreign Legion is a bit much.

Don't ask me Ant, I'm completely divorced from reality. Sounds like you need a hair of the dog that bit you. Reality is an illusion caused by lack of alcohol.

lozzyloz Wrote: > to Tottenham Hotspur Football Club whom the boy > firmly believes are > incapable of beating anyone Yes, quite an old joke this one and very good it is too but wholly inaccurate of course and you really don't think I'm going to let you get away with this now do you lozzyloz? Hmm? If it applies to any team in the Premiership it's got to be Derby hasn't it? There are far too many smug Gooners on this Forum for my liking.