One day I will come on here and see "HE'S FUCKING GONE!!" and I will cry with joy!
What will herald the first clues to his departure?
I envisage something like the last days of the American Embassy under siege in Saigon with a helicopter sent over from Belgium to whisk Meire away from the centre circle whilst the remaining blue jacketed stewards form a cordon trying to hold back a sobbing and increasingly hysterical Sue Perks as she makes a desperate grab for the copter's running skid before it lifts off.
More likely to leave early one day and sneak away......
Weeks later, Sue creeps into her office looking for a note that she had surely left? telling her where and when they will meet up, and start a fresh somewhere?
Tearfully she wandered around touching the things that Katrein herself had touched, and smelling the scarf that still smelt (quite a lot actually) of her.
Then she spots the Charlton mug (not one of us but one you drink tea out of), the one that she herself had bought her for her last birthday. Her heart skips a beat. Oh how they had laughed together. But why was it still here? She had said she would cherish and keep it with her for ever? She slumped into the chair that 'she' herself had sat smirking. She let the mug fall to the carpet as reality gently dawned. She had been lying. Again.
Feeling ashamed and abused, she spun round to face the pitch. How could she have been so stupid? Again.
Her lips tightened and a look of determination spread across her face. She quickly turned to face the desk and started ripping draws open. She knew what she should do. Only she herself knew the secret the desk held within. There were biscuits in there somewhere.
Cause you had a bad day You sing a sad song just to turn it around You say you don't know You tell Daisy don't lie You work at a smile and you go for a ride You had a bad day The camera don't lie You're coming back down and you really do mind You had a bad day You're 3blokes and proud You sing a sad song just to turn it around You say you don't know when Roland will leave You tell Daisy don't lie You work at a smile and you go for a ride You had a bad day The camera don't lie You're coming back down and you really do mind You had a bad day 1015 and counting oh fuck.......
Day 1016 and 1017. Today the Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever is not in his shed. Today he is in his bunker. He has his Commander hat on. He is taking charge of Operations. Several screens in front of him cover every angle, every inch of the arena in which the battle will take place. He looks at his watch grimly. It is time to take out the trash.... But the bin men could wait, he thinks, because first he is going to take out every fucking anthill in his garden. Those bastard black ants. Probably all members of CARD. Whatever that is. Well, this morning he was going to give them 98.5% of his time. Let's leave The Best Owner Of A Duck Taped Shoe Ever concentrating on his Very Important Things because we also have a busy day..... He's still here. Oh fuck.....
Day 1015. He's still here like an uncollected bin. Oh fuck.....
Though fans have cleared waste elements out of The Valley before.............
I feel a bit bad seeing that , went along with mates the late great Pete Loveridge being one and we just pissed about and played footy on the pitch . Thought we were gonna be in the "Today" newspaper the following morning after doing a bit of a footballing action photo shoot session down at the Jimmy Seed end but alas no pics of us turned up
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"3 blokes from F block"
Was in fact one bloke.
That sat with me. In the west stand. H block. (As I recall)
I guess "The Beatles" weren't really critters/insects. They were human beings....
He's still here.
Oh fuck....
Oh fuck
Weeks later, Sue creeps into her office looking for a note that she had surely left? telling her where and when they will meet up, and start a fresh somewhere?
Tearfully she wandered around touching the things that Katrein herself had touched, and smelling the scarf that still smelt (quite a lot actually) of her.
Then she spots the Charlton mug (not one of us but one you drink tea out of), the one that she herself had bought her for her last birthday. Her heart skips a beat. Oh how they had laughed together. But why was it still here? She had said she would cherish and keep it with her for ever? She slumped into the chair that 'she' herself had sat smirking. She let the mug fall to the carpet as reality gently dawned. She had been lying. Again.
Feeling ashamed and abused, she spun round to face the pitch. How could she have been so stupid? Again.
Her lips tightened and a look of determination spread across her face. She quickly turned to face the desk and started ripping draws open. She knew what she should do. Only she herself knew the secret the desk held within. There were biscuits in there somewhere.
He's still here.
Oh fuck.....
He''s still here.
Oh fuck....
He's still here like an uncollected bin.
Oh fuck.....
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell Daisy don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really do mind
You had a bad day
You're 3blokes and proud
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know when Roland will leave
You tell Daisy don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really do mind
You had a bad day
1015 and counting
oh fuck.......
Today the Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever is not in his shed.
Today he is in his bunker.
He has his Commander hat on.
He is taking charge of Operations.
Several screens in front of him cover every angle, every inch of the arena in which the battle will take place.
He looks at his watch grimly.
It is time to take out the trash....
But the bin men could wait, he thinks, because first he is going to take out every fucking anthill in his garden.
Those bastard black ants. Probably all members of CARD. Whatever that is.
Well, this morning he was going to give them 98.5% of his time.
Let's leave The Best Owner Of A Duck Taped Shoe Ever concentrating on his Very Important Things because we also have a busy day.....
He's still here.
Oh fuck.....
He's still here, picking on Canters with a unique flag experience, and maintaining a stranglehold on the club.
Oh fuck....
Thought we were gonna be in the "Today" newspaper the following morning after doing a bit of a footballing action photo shoot session down at the Jimmy Seed end but alas no pics of us turned up
Fuck off Roland
He's still here.
Oh fuck...
He's still here. Going well isn't it.
Oh fuck..
He''s still here, like trapped wind.
Oh fuck....
Man who take wrong Way at crossroad will end up in National League with bad shoe and feet.
Man who take right way at crossroad may not reach Premier but at least he went the correct way and had good shoe and feet.
Me think oh fuck.......
Yes Arsene he's still here. And there's only one thing to say about that.
Oh FUCK...
I'd have Pardew back as manager and we named a stand after him if it got rid of Roland.