I’ve never felt so removed from the club as I did yesterday at Goodison. There’s nothing good about us at all. Absolutely nothing. We are soulless and have lost it all… we have none of…
Walsh’s cards record, Colin Hills style of defending, Kevin Russel off the bench, Oooh Tommy Wright, Joachims screamer, Coatsworths screamer, Taylor wonderland, Kevin Poole, Martin Georges money, Kamark in that final, Claridges shin, O’Neill out to O’Neill we want you to stay, the Carling stand, Dennis the Fox, WTMG, Hot Dog kid, Pepsi Junior Foxes, Elliots double, F Off Mark McGhee, Peter Reid’s got a fcking monkeys head, Mickey Adam’s whiskey bottle, Dion at centre half, Muzzies overhead, Nalis screamer and THOSE Leeds fans, Steve Guppy’s left foot’s, Maxy Gradel and my wife, Howard’s header, Matt Fryatt derby, Lloyd Dyer my lord, Ostriches, Michael Morrison v Portsmouth, Sven, Sousa, Yuki, Nigel F Pearson, Andy Andy King, 2 balls, our recruitment, Knockearts miss, Chris Wood off the face, Riyads touch, Claudios pizzas, Albrightons European celebration, trophies at Wembley, it’s 11 it’s heaven, Leicester hit back like champions, THAT Kasper save, Enzos Lambo, Vardys foul mouthed kids….
Absolutely no personality….