I've been lucky enough to see it in advance.
In a nutshell, the gaffer says:
“It’s been a busy week. A little different than normal. We all had Wednesday off and spent our time looking at new houses and cars. I’m not fucking about in a tin shed championship house any more. I want a fucking proper mansion. With staff. Missus bought herself a Bentley. Oli Norwood bought a sweet pad, but the daft cunt doesn’t know he’s getting fucked off (again, for the third time) after t’Stoke game.
Sold my Astra to some Argentine fuckwit from Leeds. He mighta been a blade. Kept singing GCB at me. Drove it down the road, wheels fell off. Was never a problem when I had it.
Anyways, minds are back on the game. We’re gonna smash those tractor fingering bastards and then I’m off to dinner with Lineker so I can call him a cunt to his face. He never replies to my texts.
Might Skype Vinnie Jones n all, and just stare at him.
Sing loud you miserable cunts
UTB”
In a nutshell, the gaffer says:
“It’s been a busy week. A little different than normal. We all had Wednesday off and spent our time looking at new houses and cars. I’m not fucking about in a tin shed championship house any more. I want a fucking proper mansion. With staff. Missus bought herself a Bentley. Oli Norwood bought a sweet pad, but the daft cunt doesn’t know he’s getting fucked off (again, for the third time) after t’Stoke game.
Sold my Astra to some Argentine fuckwit from Leeds. He mighta been a blade. Kept singing GCB at me. Drove it down the road, wheels fell off. Was never a problem when I had it.
Anyways, minds are back on the game. We’re gonna smash those tractor fingering bastards and then I’m off to dinner with Lineker so I can call him a cunt to his face. He never replies to my texts.
Might Skype Vinnie Jones n all, and just stare at him.
Sing loud you miserable cunts
UTB”
