Castia
Full Member
- Joined
- Jun 18, 2011
- Messages
- 19,216
Tic tac
I do want them to just spend themselves into oblivion, they are going to be in a right mess in the coming years.
Tic tac
Oh they willI do want them to just spend themselves into oblivion, they are going to be in a right mess in the coming years.
At Barcelona HQ, the alarms are ringing. The sirens are blaring out. Workers are tripping over themselves and clipboards are flying everywhere. A giant timer has suddenly appeared on the big screen out of nowhere and everybody is losing their fecking minds. Workers are screeching down the phone, some to their superiors, whilst others make one last call to their families.
In the corner, unbeknownst to all and hidden from the chaos, Murtough and Arnold (having never got back on the plane after all), silently enter the room and watch, lighting up another cigar. They give each other a knowing look. They walk mercilessly into the room and step over the fallen bodies, their blood mixed in with the broken bottles of Cava, as they make their way to the boardroom. A normal person would take the elevator, but these spectres take the stairs, climbing an impossible distance which seems to go on for all of eternity. Finally, they reach salvation, bursting open through the door. Frenkie is in the corner, gagged and bound, whilst Laporta stops talking into the phone that he is holding. His huge, grubby fingers tremble at the sight of these nightmarish creatures. With no hope left, he takes out his wallet and, with his slimy hands fumbling all over the place, he throws the wallet to the feet of these boardroom banshees. Murtough and Arnold step over the wallet and continue to walk towards Laporta, who panics. Their eyes are fixated on him, emotionless and without fear. His sweat and odour cover his entire Mercadona-bought suit, and he sees no option left. With one last growl, he shouts out his own name as he shatters the glass with his immense bodyweight and evaporates out of the window. Frenkie, still in the corner, closes his eyes as he knows that his ordeal has come to an end.
Tic tac
The next lever is the flush!Wtf is an exit operation? It sounds like surgical treatment to the anus!
They'll be on lever number 6 or 7 in a year or two, with basically nothing left to sell.I do want them to just spend themselves into oblivion, they are going to be in a right mess in the coming years.
At Barcelona HQ, the alarms are ringing. The sirens are blaring out. Workers are tripping over themselves and clipboards are flying everywhere. A giant timer has suddenly appeared on the big screen out of nowhere and everybody is losing their fecking minds. Workers are screeching down the phone, some to their superiors, whilst others make one last call to their families.
In the corner, unbeknownst to all and hidden from the chaos, Murtough and Arnold (having never got back on the plane after all), silently enter the room and watch, lighting up another cigar. They give each other a knowing look. They walk mercilessly into the room and step over the fallen bodies, their blood mixed in with the broken bottles of Cava, as they make their way to the boardroom. A normal person would take the elevator, but these spectres take the stairs, climbing an impossible distance which seems to go on for all of eternity. Finally, they reach salvation, bursting open through the door. Frenkie is in the corner, gagged and bound, whilst Laporta stops talking into the phone that he is holding. His huge, grubby fingers tremble at the sight of these nightmarish creatures. With no hope left, he takes out his wallet and, with his slimy hands fumbling all over the place, he throws the wallet to the feet of these boardroom banshees. Murtough and Arnold step over the wallet and continue to walk towards Laporta, who panics. Their eyes are fixated on him, emotionless and without fear. His sweat and odour cover his entire Mercadona-bought suit, and he sees no option left. With one last growl, he shouts out his own name as he shatters the glass with his immense bodyweight and evaporates out of the window. Frenkie, still in the corner, closes his eyes as he knows that his ordeal has come to an end.
The next lever is the flush!
Need a big push to get to 1000 tonight.It's the selling of de Jong to United of course! It's on, the Frenkie express is close to pulling into the station guys!
Lever 6 will be selling Laporte’s groceries!They'll be on lever number 6 or 7 in a year or two, with basically nothing left to sell.
Oh they will
It isn't our club that is embarrassing.This saga is beginning to feel like an embarrassment for the club.
Can't wait to see him in United shirt.
Time to put the brick on the accelerator
Truth hurtsHave you already agreed on what you all really want?
Either get Frenkie and help out barca or leave him at barca and watch the financial struggle? I'm receiving many mixed signals here
Lever 7 is the one Laporta is dreading the most... he's going to have to cut back on his all you can eat buffets.Lever 6 will be selling Laporte’s groceries!
No it wasn't is was ages ago that stories came out about a fee being agreed. They went on tour 7 days ago and it was well before that.
Nah couldn't care less about Brokealona. Just get de Jong here and in a United shirt. Do a Varane unveiling, on the pitch infront of a packes OT. Let him feel the loveHave you already agreed on what you all really want?
Either get Frenkie and help out barca or leave him at barca and watch the financial struggle? I'm receiving many mixed signals here
"Funderdome"Does Barcelona own Nou Camp? Maybe selling the stadium will be the new lever.
Am I the only person who before this saga, had never heard of the word ‘lever’ being used in relation to finances?
Camp Nou to Camp UsedDoes Barcelona own Nou Camp? Maybe selling the stadium will be the new lever.
Lever Camp StadiumDoes Barcelona own Nou Camp? Maybe selling the stadium will be the new lever.
With an option of buying it back in 20 years..Does Barcelona own Nou Camp? Maybe selling the stadium will be the new lever.
If you've heard all they got to say
You looked but turned away
Walkaway, walkaway
If you've said all you got to say
And now the words just slip away
Just walkaway, walkaway, walkaway
That's what they say, what they say,
what they say
You gotta walkaway
If you've played all the games they play
You played them yesterday
Walkaway, walkaway
If you've been, where they want to go
Seen all they got to show
Just walkaway, walkaway, walkaway
That's what they say, what they say,
what they say
You gotta walkaway
In what way? We have made a bid for a player and had it accepted, what more do you want?
Most of the endless reporting is absolutely bollocksIt's embarrassing because of the endless reporting that FdJ doesn't want to come and would rather go a better run club that had UCL and was based in a nice city. It may be made up by Spanish journalists or it may not be, but it still makes us look like the incels messaging the hot girl who just wants validation. Better to find someone who is into us.
"Is there anything to be said for saying another mass?
Just a small one?"
It's embarrassing because of the endless reporting that FdJ doesn't want to come and would rather go a better run club that had UCL and was based in a nice city. It may be made up by Spanish journalists or it may not be, but it still makes us look like the incels messaging the hot girl who just wants validation. Better to find someone who is into us.
Most of the endless reporting is absolutely bollocks
So the reports might be completely bollocks made up by shit tier reporters, with no quotes or direct information from anyone related to him, but FdJ definitely doesn't want us? Which is it?
So any time we bid for a player, and someone in the press reports about that player not wanting to come to us we should immediately back out of the deal?I'm sure it is but it makes us look bad when trying to attract other top tier players. Not saying we should pull out but I'd be quite annoyed if we end up with McFred because we were being too picky.