Wow. Just wow at the self entitled nerve of this thieving talentless buffoon. Wow, how out of touch with reality is he?
Hello everyone, My name is Tony. I have stole a living by being a very, very limited talent at my job, to the extent that I haven't been selected to do my job for the best part of two years. But the best part is: I got paid a fortune, literally a fortune: what most people will never ever see, for doing sweet FA every week.
But Now I feel I have the gall to complain because there wasn't a nice thank you letter from the powers that be, possibly the only good thing Bill Kenwright has done in charge, those awful haters might say, because don't you know, I'm a big blue, and that's all that matters.
Oh you don't know?! I am what fans call, "a good servant," which is hysterical really, because it basically means I am someone who has honoured their criminally overpaid contract, earning double what these same fans earn a year in the space of one week, but it's ok because I have done nothing this week, and therefore I am a great servant.
But now I want to complain because even though I have barely set foot on the pitch, some might say mercifully, the last two years, those utter horrors who realised the living I was stealing, all too late, didn't thank me for turning up and going through the motions every week, so I now must go to the most right wing, anti-working class news outlet I can find and pour my bleeding heart out to them. Poor me.
Oh and also, everything was great under Moyes, because he called me and my mate Ossie the furniture of the club, and the place is the people's club no longer, but I can say that now that Martinez has gone (not while he was my paymaster of course) and Koeman has half an ant's brain and realises I offer nothing so chased me.
Ah, won't yous all miss me now, won't all you hilarious, original, witty fans miss shouting, "shoot, shoot" everytime I cagily receive the ball then look for someone behind me to give it to, all while using my left foot expertly as a standing foot and my right foot as a broken cheese grater.
Signed Tony Hibbert (slices pen out of play)