I couldn't care about these bunch of overpaid, overhyped, oversexed, overquaffed, under performing, underpass lurking, underpants on head wearing absolute bunch of useless gits.
I really couldn't. I'm exhausted at telling you how bad you pong you poor excuse for athletes masquerading as a football team.
And you, you clown. Yes. You. Don't wave your finger about at me you bad bald shadow of a so called Manager. You couldn't manage the mILK IN my cornflakes. You'd mess that up wouldn't you. You're barely even able to make sense to humanity let along run a successful anything.
Go on have a go. It will make you feel a tiny bit better.