Blackheath Blade
Well-Known Member
Well folks, that's yer lot for this season.
The freak show that is the January transfer window draws its curtains and takes a bow to a spellbound audience. We also tip our hats to the people whose christmas arrives every January, the football agents, who tomorrow, will be flicking through brochures containing properties in the stockbroker belts of London and Manchester while at the same time, ordering yet another supercar to put on their driveway.
Let's face it, unless some Arab sheikh or Russian oligarch takes pity on the Blades, we'll never be able to seriously compete or get involved in this free for all, and after observing some events that have happened over the last 24 hours, i'm quite relieved.
A few highlights: Peter Odemwinge (or whatever the fuck he's called). Only a person with shit for brains would ignore the advice from his club that he's not allowed to talk to another club, drive down to London and practically hammer on the door at Loftus Road, begging to be signed by them. To their credit, QPR told him to do one, upon which, he jumped back in his car and sped off. I've got visions of him now, driving round London all night seeking redemption with any club that will save him from going back to the Albion. His next game at the Hawthorns should be interesting.
If QPR get relegated from the Premier League, they will go out of business. Fact. A club that can pay twelve and a half million quid for a decent centre half whose best days, let's face it, were at Blackburn for fucks sake, then stick him on hundred grand a week, are taking a massive gamble and deserve what they get. The fans are already turning on the Chairman Tony Whatsisname, the Asian answer to the bloke up the road at Chelsea. Great businessmen, shit Chairmen the both of em.
Last but not least, I take my hat off to David Beckham for a couple of things he's done today. Obviously, the statement that he will donate his salary from PSG to local charities is both unsurprising and speaks volumes about the man. We all know he doesnt need the money but what a gesture. He also always maintained that the only Premier team he would play for would be Man Utd and despite interest from a number of clubs here, he's stuck to that promise. Good on him. Paris should be good for him and his family, however, I will watch with interest to see if it will bring at least a smile to the face of his wife, the miserable cow.
Up The Blades, Fuck The Pigs - Goodnight from Blackheath, South East London.
The freak show that is the January transfer window draws its curtains and takes a bow to a spellbound audience. We also tip our hats to the people whose christmas arrives every January, the football agents, who tomorrow, will be flicking through brochures containing properties in the stockbroker belts of London and Manchester while at the same time, ordering yet another supercar to put on their driveway.
Let's face it, unless some Arab sheikh or Russian oligarch takes pity on the Blades, we'll never be able to seriously compete or get involved in this free for all, and after observing some events that have happened over the last 24 hours, i'm quite relieved.
A few highlights: Peter Odemwinge (or whatever the fuck he's called). Only a person with shit for brains would ignore the advice from his club that he's not allowed to talk to another club, drive down to London and practically hammer on the door at Loftus Road, begging to be signed by them. To their credit, QPR told him to do one, upon which, he jumped back in his car and sped off. I've got visions of him now, driving round London all night seeking redemption with any club that will save him from going back to the Albion. His next game at the Hawthorns should be interesting.
If QPR get relegated from the Premier League, they will go out of business. Fact. A club that can pay twelve and a half million quid for a decent centre half whose best days, let's face it, were at Blackburn for fucks sake, then stick him on hundred grand a week, are taking a massive gamble and deserve what they get. The fans are already turning on the Chairman Tony Whatsisname, the Asian answer to the bloke up the road at Chelsea. Great businessmen, shit Chairmen the both of em.
Last but not least, I take my hat off to David Beckham for a couple of things he's done today. Obviously, the statement that he will donate his salary from PSG to local charities is both unsurprising and speaks volumes about the man. We all know he doesnt need the money but what a gesture. He also always maintained that the only Premier team he would play for would be Man Utd and despite interest from a number of clubs here, he's stuck to that promise. Good on him. Paris should be good for him and his family, however, I will watch with interest to see if it will bring at least a smile to the face of his wife, the miserable cow.
Up The Blades, Fuck The Pigs - Goodnight from Blackheath, South East London.
