Burnley Post Match grumbles

[ROTHERHAM FOX]

Were not very good are we

NOT VERY GOOD AT ALL NOT FIT 2 WEAR THE SHIRT SHOULD STOP THERE WAGES THE OVER RATED MISFITS

[ROTHERHAM FOX]

There was one guy to the left of me who did nod off which was quite amusing.

GOT SOME PILLOWS 4 SALE IF ANYONE NEEDS THEM 4 NEXT MATCH ZZZZZZZZ

[Bellend Sebastian]

Going back to L1, thought id give the south stand a chance this year. But theres so many tits about. So many people know absoulute bugger all, it also feels like a day nursery sometimes. So L1 you've got to put up with my voice for a bit longer. Don't suppose il get my old seat back though

If someone can identify an area of the ground that isn't full of tossers, please let me know. I've been in L1 since the stadium was built and we've had to move twice already to escape from the great unhosed. I'd like to go as far away from it as possible but the blokes I sit with say they like the atmosphere. What atmosphere?

[ROTHERHAM FOX]

All very very depressing,just cant believe what is going on at City,usually try to get up for a few games a season but this year especially just cant be arsed.Really need someone to batter the lot of em into showing some pride in wearing the City shirt. ;0(

stay where u r dont waste your money im a season holder travel from rotherham every home game

wasted my hard earned money on this load of misfits

[budfox]

Burrows is the manager. I dont think you can blame Taggart, he probably doesn't have any say on who starts, or the formation or tactics, its Burrows who makes the decisions, he who must go.

I sat 4 seats from our dugout.Burrows stood there and offered f^ck all.Taggs came out to the tech area a couple of times, and whatever he said couldnt be heared or understood.Both passionless.

Cort was injured and needed to come off,but neither FB or GT realised and it was 5 mins (wasted) before they sussed the situation out.

I saw 2 players going for the same ball.No talking,no leaders no f^cking idea.

We were losing,but for some reason personnel in the dugout still found time to snigger and find amusement amid the shite i was watching.

The whole place needs a good kick in the arse.

[davieG]

I sat 4 seats from our dugout.Burrows stood there and offered f^ck all.Taggs came out to the tech area a couple of times, and whatever he said couldnt be heared or understood.Both passionless.

Cort was injured and needed to come off,but neither FB or GT realised and it was 5 mins (wasted) before they sussed the situation out.

I saw 2 players going for the same ball.No talking,no leaders no f^cking idea.

We were losing,but for some reason personnel in the dugout still found time to snigger and find amusement amid the shite i was watching.

The whole place needs a good kick in the arse.

Cue Martin Allen - Oh hang on that didn't work the players got the hump and demanded transfers ( allegedly)

PS Not sure the smiley is relevant I just wanted to post it

[bullyboy123]

There was one guy to the left of me who did nod off which was quite amusing.

dont worry that wasnt me

[Hullfox]

It is just gone Tuesday. My ugly wife has welcomed me home three days late with a punch, a headbutt and a decree nisi. Tears have been streaming down my face for 15 minutes, I haven't laughed like this for years. My wife understands yet in another way she doesn't - she's foreign I think.

I tell her she doesn't understand but she doesn't understand. She takes me in her arms and knees me in the bollocks. I'm feeling pain. It's a sodding football match for pity's sake, I've only been gone since Saturday. But my wife does understand, she's borrowed a calendar. She's a champion. Always has been - won Crufts in 1996. She knows EXACTLY how I feel - she's got bollocks too. "Don't go again," she says, but she knows it's hopeless, I'd rather watch that shit then stay at home with her.

I love my club. Not any players in a gay way, apart from maybe Tommy Wright the first, not any chairman, not any administrator, just my club. I'm quite fond of my right hand too.

And I despair at what my club's become. The lack of love, the lack of energy, the lack of people serving at half time and the scores being displayed on those big hanging numbers. And those little blue cars with funny looking men in, what happened to them?

I asked Ultra, he sort of sidestepped the issue and drove off in his little blue car. But the pain, the despair wouldn't abate, my bollocks are still hurting. Where is the engine in those things or do they have pedals?

Leicester City played 4-5-1 at home for God's sake. It was like being raped in public school, I should know.

People I thought cared about Leicester City insulted us. They ran out and kicked little balls at us before the game, one hit Mark.

I hope they have the courage to fook off from football tomorrow morning. I hope they are never seen again. Gerry Taggart - ex-Leicester City. I used to celebrate the name. But that was a sodding disgrace, not once did he make a tackle or win a header. Not once did he look as though he would score.

Indefensible. Go home to Lutterworth and take Burrows with you. No team of mine would ever play badly, could ever insult the name of Leicester City so readily nor could ever make a mockery of the word football with such emphasis. No Mr Taggart, we'd field only swashbuckling youngsters born and bred in the fair city of Leicester Fosse and probably Alan Sheehan.

You were a good footballer Gerry. 100% despite your limitations. I loved you. I mean, how many other players had a club foot and glass eye like you did?

Unlike Burrows I counted you as Leicester City. As family. (How is your mother) But today you dragged my club and your foot through mud. I will never, ever, ever, never ever forgive you for that. Or that arsehole who stood by your side. Or that arsehole who stood on your other side and definitely not the arsehole who sat in the stands in row g who clapped Darren Kenton.

Sod off. Get a job at Woolworths. I really don't care. It wasn't losing that mattered. It was the way we lost. We put two fingers up to ourselves, our traditions, at the word football and at our fans.

I could never get a job. But I could never, ever preside over that sort of shit. I'd much rather spread it out across the day in a number of visits, possibly six.

[James.]

Yes. Sir.

[Flynny]

It is just gone Tuesday. My ugly wife has welcomed me home three days late with a punch, a headbutt and a decree nisi. Tears have been streaming down my face for 15 minutes, I haven't laughed like this for years. My wife understands yet in another way she doesn't - she's foreign I think.

I tell her she doesn't understand but she doesn't understand. She takes me in her arms and knees me in the bollocks. I'm feeling pain. It's a sodding football match for pity's sake, I've only been gone since Saturday. But my wife does understand, she's borrowed a calendar. She's a champion. Always has been - won Crufts in 1996. She knows EXACTLY how I feel - she's got bollocks too. "Don't go again," she says, but she knows it's hopeless, I'd rather watch that shit then stay at home with her.

I love my club. Not any players in a gay way, apart from maybe Tommy Wright the first, not any chairman, not any administrator, just my club. I'm quite fond of my right hand too.

And I despair at what my club's become. The lack of love, the lack of energy, the lack of people serving at half time and the scores being displayed on those big hanging numbers. And those little blue cars with funny looking men in, what happened to them?

I asked Ultra, he sort of sidestepped the issue and drove off in his little blue car. But the pain, the despair wouldn't abate, my bollocks are still hurting. Where is the engine in those things or do they have pedals?

Leicester City played 4-5-1 at home for God's sake. It was like being raped in public school, I should know.

People I thought cared about Leicester City insulted us. They ran out and kicked little balls at us before the game, one hit Mark.

I hope they have the courage to fook off from football tomorrow morning. I hope they are never seen again. Gerry Taggart - ex-Leicester City. I used to celebrate the name. But that was a sodding disgrace, not once did he make a tackle or win a header. Not once did he look as though he would score.

Indefensible. Go home to Lutterworth and take Burrows with you. No team of mine would ever play badly, could ever insult the name of Leicester City so readily nor could ever make a mockery of the word football with such emphasis. No Mr Taggart, we'd field only swashbuckling youngsters born and bred in the fair city of Leicester Fosse and probably Alan Sheehan.

You were a good footballer Gerry. 100% despite your limitations. I loved you. I mean, how many other players had a club foot and glass eye like you did?

Unlike Burrows I counted you as Leicester City. As family. (How is your mother) But today you dragged my club and your foot through mud. I will never, ever, ever, never ever forgive you for that. Or that arsehole who stood by your side. Or that arsehole who stood on your other side and definitely not the arsehole who sat in the stands in row g who clapped Darren Kenton.

Sod off. Get a job at Woolworths. I really don't care. It wasn't losing that mattered. It was the way we lost. We put two fingers up to ourselves, our traditions, at the word football and at our fans.

I could never get a job. But I could never, ever preside over that sort of shit. I'd much rather spread it out across the day in a number of visits, possibly six.

Superb post.

[Scow]

That's simply brilliant, Hulleh.

[Flynny]

Guys guys why is this thread dead? That post is amazing.

[Ultra]

Yeah, I didn't think anyone from Hull could write a piece that long without spelling mistakes..

[Thracian]

Yeah, I didn't think anyone from Hull could write a piece that long without spelling mistakes..

You're in trouble now.

[moseeds]

He spelt "Fook" wrong it's spelt "Fark".

Superb post hullfox sir!

[Hullfox]

Yeah, I didn't think anyone from Hull could write a piece that long without spelling mistakes..

I'm from Leicester though.

[Thracian]

I'm from Leicester though.

Ultra's probably right then.