Libertine

Tell me this isn't the face of a man who knows he's shit

If there’s a way to monetise this very niche skill, I’m all ears.

City Clanger (FKA Country Grammar) Mmmm, we’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now Mmmm, you can find me in St. Mary’s eyein’ up duds Spaffing on subs for clubs, f*ckin' up like Patson's scuffs Jonny Rud, gettin' mugged and wreckin' clubs Crap and muck, Wout Faes and shoulder shrugs And it's all because, accumulated enough scratch just to Exaggerate it, fans celebrated in Rome and there's Moped aided fans bailin' while I'm entertainin' Wild, ain't it? How me and money get acquainted Plus I hang with Enzo Maresca (uh-uh-uh) So feel me when I wing it Sing it loud (what?), sing “yeah we want Rudkin out” List a mile long of flaws, I'm hopeless, above the law Players - my style's poor, I'm born to slack, like Kane’s jaw Forget the fame and the glamour, sign my bills with a rubber stamper Big spender economics, grins, comic and chronic That’s my logic, it's ironic, banning haters like profits Contracts inked 'til the day I die, and I run more game than the Sheep and Forest We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now Who say speccy boys can't be mild -, frowned -, King Power crowned and it's Foul and ruining the club to bust with no pounds then "How then?" Ask me again and we’re goin' down then Now then, come to the KP and watch me clown then Poundin', what you be givin' when I'm around and Frownin', takin' that - when I leave the town then Say now, can you cones come out to play now? Hey, I'm ready to sign you up any day now Play by my rules, boo, you ain’t gon' comply May I avoid awkward questions for the Thais Say hi to my players left gettin’ hammered From St. Mary’s to Andrew’s, from Bristol back up to Middlesboro Pride Park, KP, West Brom down to The Valley Deepdale, Sheffield Wednesday strugglers down to Fratton Hillsborough, gettin paid off while City Clanger Rudkin - Temu Santa - blow thirty mil' like a spanner We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now Let's show these cats to waste these millions Say you - “quit actin' silly, Jon” “Kid’s quicker than Bobby, Jon”, talkin' Richards and I need Dujuan Duds-I-pick-em-freely-Jon, instead of Jeremy Mon Top’s empty seater, Jon, no dollar for Tielemans See me, Jon, chiefin', failin' higher than any Jon Through Collins John, through the City back up to Thailand We sign players, shite players who wreck your life and they Tripe when they don't produce and sell for half the price ‘cause they (hot shit) Thais AWOL all over, to May from October From broke to even broker, my price-range is loaners Now I'm relyin’ on Hamza, let me in now, let me in now Please Sheikh, Mansour, just let me in now Spend now, I need money to lend my friends now We in now, Jordan James, Divine’s in 10 now A win now (phew!), - Leicester need wins now Seein' now, but amen I pray this ends now We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now We’re goin' down, down, baby, defeat at Blackburn Rovers (come on) Boom, boom, baby (uh-uh), ready to let it go Shitty, shit Okoli, what? Listen to the crowd Lift the board and take him off, pass it to me now

Ooooh that's a shout.

Ya want The Streets? You can't handle The Streets! @Ric Flair SHIT BUT YOU KNOW IT See, I reckon we’ll concede about eight or, gosh, nine Maybe even nine and a half in four years’ time That blue Leicester top you've got on, it is nice Bit too much King Power, though, but yeah, you score high But there's just one little thing that's really, really Really, really annoying me about you, you see Yeah, yeah, like I said, you are really shit But my gosh, don't you just know it? I am trying not to boo Even though I would like to I think you are really shit You're shit, but my gosh, don't you know it? So when I thought of you standing there with your horse I was waiting in the queue, down in the concourse Wondering whether we’ll start Aribo or Skipp Or what the shrapnel in Jon’s back pocket could afford When I noticed down in the annals of my mind Standing with an erection, your eyes locked on your horse We couldn't concentrate on what we wanted to avoid Which “confirmed our place” in the League One we abhor, yeah I am trying not to boo Even though I would like to I think you are really shit You're shit, but my gosh, don't you know it? Whoa! (Leave it out) Are you signing crap or something? (Leave it out) Jon, just leave it, just leave it We cannot have that midfielder in this establishment (Leave it out) It's not worth it, Jon, just leave it Don't touch me It's not worth it Don't touch me (Leave it out) Don't t—look, I'm alright, don't touch me For a while there I was thinking, "Yeah, but, what if?" Picturing the lads bagging with class white away kit Cheering you as you were standing there opposite Whether or not you knew it, I swear you didn't tick And when that bloke in the tracksuit behind us lot queuing Was clocking onto you too, yeah, I had to admit That yeah, yeah, you are shit and yeah, I do hate it But I clock Sharky a minute clapping Skipp and Winks I am trying not to boo Even though I would like to I think you are really shit You're shit, but my gosh, don't you know it? Oi, and just as you started to make your big advance With the free beer and that little doughnut in hand I was like, nah, I can't, even though you look grand But you look sharp there, smiling, overspending and Gleaming away with your happy clappy looking fans But I admit the next bit was spanner to my plan You walked towards my path but you just brushed right past And into the arms of that f***ing tracksuited man I am trying not to boo Even though I would like to I think you are really shit You're shit, but my gosh, don't you know it? Oh, oi, what do I give a f***? We've won the Prem anyway (Whoa, we've all got a cup, mate...) We’ve had some Thai monks, we've had a few, fair play I got this thinkpiece I nabbed off of TheFosseWay This flight's not even League One - yet, yes, oh yay I def can see you are shit, though, yeah, I must say I would rather we hadn't megged ourselves on display But this is just another case of Ayew stopping play In an otherwise total redo of a Holloway I am trying not to boo Even though I would like to I think you are really shit You're shit, but my gosh, don't you know it?

Everyone following Number 6's lead?

A friggin' miracle.

We've finally gone Full Nelson!

His name begins with J and ends with ordan Ayew.

Buzzing to see my boy Ayew back where he belongs. Sitting here in my full kit absolutely gagging for kick-off at the home of football yes indeed.

Brilliant.

Voila. MISSING - EVERYTHING BUT THE GOAL I step off the train I'm walking Filbert Street again Think of before But you don't play here anymore Feels years since you've been there Now you've disappeared somewhere Like Cremonese You've found some better place And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim Could you be dead? You always were two steps ahead Of everyone We’d watch as you chugged on Red Bull I’d look as you sh*thouse And I can almost hear you shout To the gang To warn them "Chat sh*t, get banged!” And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim Back on the train I ask why did I come again God what a mess The current team offer no f***ing press And the years have proved To offer nothing since you moved You're long gone But I can't move on And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim I step off the train I'm walking Filbert Street again Think of before I guess you don't play here anymore Feels years since you've been there Now you've disappeared somewhere Like Cremonese You've found some hotter place And I miss you And I miss you You've found some better place And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you, yeah Like our Patson missed his aim Like our Patson missed his aim Like our Patson missed his aim

Ask and you shall receive... Let’s Push Things Backwards This ain't just down, it's pure defeat Make it complete So what's the story? Guaranteed idiocy, come take your seat Latest technology, ticket cards at the KP Huge but recoupable advance Macquarie be vigilant We excel in both failure and incompetence So let's post our sh*t graphics And we'll have a little clap, shall we? No goals pitch, just media tripe Pure b*llocks, nice and ripe We speak no communication, ignore gripes It's just your archetypal modern ground Scan for any sound - North, South, East, West Silence all round and leave early in mounds You say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards You say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards As we regress to zero points I wholeheartedly agree with yer viewpoint But this ain't your typical League One joint We get sponsors with “due diligence” They're a real firm, we’re stringent That KBet shirt, it's fake son We got the settlement And KP entrancement Adjust your expectancy Sign old bangers, not Bentleys Leave that to the contract bodger And small statured 55 percent shareholder You won't see us face Aston Villa Man United, or Sevilla We're gonna need more clappers Throw out the doughnuts and free p*ss-weak Singha Crank it up for the Aiyawatt Strikers ready with the potshots, the plop thickens Shit opposition in this sub-standard division But remember promote next season Remember, promote next season Internal review still unwriitten You say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards They say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards Ticket renewals? No, more fans ditch us Anthony, fix this! Around 'ere we pay turds huge riches As Leicester City burns down, Jon is failing up Turns out you’re in luck So I know this dodgy **** in Bangkok So it's just another larb stick from your favourite City owner Case you geezers don't know it Let's Push Things Backwards Got no supporters, it’s pure torture Calling all ballers, forum dawdlers Careful-what-you-wish-for-ers, City clawless Love us or hate us, but don't slate us We were in League One once Flop signings with zero starts, got the duds Crocked stars, troubles a much with J Rud Let's push things backwards You say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards They say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards

Does house music have lyrics? Would need some suggestions, not my forte!

Flippin’ exceptional @Katy

It's time for my latest creation lads. Good luck @Anonymous F.O.X. New pod theme song @Ric Flair? THE NEXT EPISODE (OF THE POD) JAKE: La da da da da, it’s the motherf***in BSLB (Big strong! Big strong!) La da da da da, you know I’m Watson, J-A-K-E JORD: You know who’s rockin’ these leopard f***ers! Spread the tweets out there! Turn that shit up! Sup Jake!? JAKE: Top host, invite 'em all, fellas, turn that shit up BSLB, my list’ners, turn that shit up J-OR-D, R-I-C. yeah, we hookin' back up And when I bang this on YouTube, baby, you got to get up It's a Leicester fiesta, yeah, we havin’ our fun Pod life, squad life, boys, we the number ones Takin' chances while we guessing in Who Are Ya, for sure Going viral on GB News, catching strays from afar Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care 'Cause I wanna see us go down just to see the swamp cleared Ric keeps talkin' big talk, he’s obsessed with Tetê Almost hit the two hour mark, time to call it a day We got Godders, we got Potter, we all over the map And ‘so-called’ Guy Branston? Bitch, shut your trap Come back, get back, there’s no need to depress With the BSLB, we’ll be reviewing the mess RIC: La, da, da, da, da It's the motherf***in' R-I-C (Ric Flair, motherf***er!) La, da, da, da, da You know I'm mobbin' with Jord and Jakey Straight off the ****in' streets of Hinckley King of the youth—you gotta get them in the team Bin gaffers off, they’re all a bunch of prats How you feel, Harry Soutts, where you at?! I'm all Guinness’d out in the caravan Red wine in the back, Garries in my crack YouTube clips on my lap, scouting youth games Monga, Evans, Louis Page! Cremona, Como and Milan It's Leicester City love, this LCFC bud got a craving for the pub I'm on one, I might rock up in the Menphys Hub With my kit on, on my hippo Get my drink on and my jokes on Then go home with someone we loaned on (Tetê, bitch!) Where’d ya come from, where did ya go? Comin' real, it's the next episode JORD: Hold up, hey For my list’ners who be thinkin' we soft We don't play We gon' rock it 'til Jake's battery falls off Hold up, hey For my list’ners who be actin' too bold Take a seat Hope you ready for the next episode Hey, hey, hey Concede every game.

Incredible work once again @Anonymous F.O.X. Credit to @splinterdream for the suggestion as well. Also - can we make it a new bit to have Ric's answer to the Dear Ric just to be "Get f***ing annihilated and worry about the rest later" every week, no matter the question?

He had his ways, the gaffer.

Cov fan though.

*claps*

He left the forum after Moe the Bartender said it's the worst name he'd ever heard.

Not even watching and his shit-eating grin is making my skin crawl.

Do we really want to remember them?!

JFC

My bad, I just turned the match on.