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Join Date: Nov 2005
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They REALLY thought they'd had it won when Terry stepped up to take his penalty. I know most of us and probably some of our players deep down had resigned themselves just in case but the fact that they displayed such confidence that they had it won. When Terry was waiting to take it, the camera showed you their players and Ballack started jumping up and down almost as if he was celebrating and I just thought 'fuck you cnut, just wait and see'. Fuck them the twats
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Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: Paddy Crerand is a legend "If i was playing in the match against Arsenal at OT IN 03/04 Martin Keown wouldnt have been able to walkoff the pitch at the end"
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4 and half months and still great to see.
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Location: "You sir, are the syphilitic cockbiscuit son of a hamster rimmer."; "Sir Alex Ferguson, trainer of the English champions, wants to start the spoon fruits since early."
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Missed Her Penalty. Big Man's Man. |
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Location: "You sir, are the syphilitic cockbiscuit son of a hamster rimmer."; "Sir Alex Ferguson, trainer of the English champions, wants to start the spoon fruits since early."
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I wasn't around for 99, so this was 'The One' for me. From waking up scared shitless but convinced we HAD to start Hargreaves on the right and Ronaldo on the left (after much of the Caf told me to fuck off) having played the game in my head all night, to a special lunch for luck, to a visit to the church I got married at to light a candle for us (considering my contempt for religion no mean feat). Then fedex surprises me by managing to get my embroidered kit and programme here on time, then the actual mailman surprises me by delivering the Subbuteo European Cup I got for luck but thought I had gotten too late. Phone calls from some of our more respected members as we got nearer, messages of luck from friends who were watching although they didn't give a damn about the sport, starting to feel numb and excited rather than scared, hanging up the flags, doing a few other luck tasks. I can even remember the crap we were talking about on here right before, and what |