Moyes

[moomey]

Apparently Vinny "did" Cahill!?!?!?!?

wtf - the Aussie twunt tried to break his leg! How hatefull is the bitter jock - must have taken lessons from you know who....

[Surrey Sky Blue]

Apparently Vinny "did" Cahill!?!?!?!?

wtf - the Aussie twunt tried to break his leg! How hatefull is the bitter jock - must have taken lessons from you know who....

Just getting in training for when he takes over from the other Jock at the swamp!!

[Renato_CTID]

So lucky in the past four seasons as unlucky today: wake up Cahill, it's time to learn that God is great even for you!

[Douglas Higginbottom]

Apparently Vinny "did" Cahill!?!?!?!?

wtf - the Aussie twunt tried to break his leg! How hatefull is the bitter jock - must have taken lessons from you know who....

At normal speed I wondered what had happened but when you see the replay it's clear that it was Cahill in the wrong and Vinnie was blameless.Excellent refereeing and Everton getting what they deserved.

[Surrey Sky Blue]

Apparently Vinny "did" Cahill!?!?!?!?

wtf - the Aussie twunt tried to break his leg! How hatefull is the bitter jock - must have taken lessons from you know who....

Excellent refereeing

Who would of thought it with Mr Webb!! I thought at kick off "blimey Webbs UTD shirt has faded"

[Mark (Blue Army)]

The man is a twat, i don't understand how he can say Vinny tried to hurt Cahill. It was Cahill's attempt to 'do' Vinny that got him hurt.

[Hazy2]

David Moyes has invented that version of events to cover up the tactics of a very poor team who were set up to kick shit out of David Silva, waste time and if they could nick a point. The most horible team, with a manager who is a trick pony.

[Redna]

I've been watching the post match inter on BBC. 2 and a half minute of jacking jock jumping the gun. He's just a bad loser. He's bad and he's a loser.
CTID!!

[avoidconfusion]

Despicable human being, fucking hate Moyes and his shit team, especially Cahill and Fellaini.

[Niall Quinns Discopants]

Nice one. That cunt was inches away from breaking Vinnies leg.

[brite blu sky]

Got what they deserved.. cards, injuries and jack shit

[razor400]

The man is a grade A cock muncher, shitty fucking tactics with a team full of utter shitbags. I would fucking love it if they were relegated.

[Wonderwall]

I couldnt believe the post match shite he was spouting, having a go at our tackles, giving Vinnie grief when it was cahill that came sliding in with feet off the ground, from behind and two footed FFS.

He is a very sore loser and he set his bag of shite team up to kick lumps out of us and targeted Silva for special treatment. When asked about his tactics and use of rodwell he was full of praise and when the interviewer suggested that the man marking almost worked he made a point of saying it ~DID work. Which to a point I agree with, but who assisted Milner you fucking gollum looking TWAT

[Slim]

You know when you have decided to go out on the piss and somewhere during the evening you decide that Guinness and tequila is a good idea, so you down some shots and consider yourself well fed as Guinness is more like a meal than a drink, somewhere between standing straight which you are proud of and leaning up against the bar with one hand because you find yourself lilting while drinking without the support, well somewhere between the two you manage to pull and it's getting harder and harder to tell if she is hot or not. So you finish your pint and realise that this was the 'one drink too many' that we have all experienced from time to time, so you grab the bird and head out of the pub. Pushing her in the direction of the street you tell her to flag down a cab while you have a sneaky throw up somewhere, you don't know where but the smell is definitely with you, you head back to her place and emerge from the cab holding your shoes in one hand and a traffic cone in the other, you aren't sure where the traffic cone came from but you suspect that it's to balance the weight of the shoes in your other hand, smart move. You head inside and she disappears into the bathroom while you pull yourself together and come up with a plan. You must get rid of the taste of sick in your mouth, so you head to the kitchen where all you can find is a can of lemon pledge and an almost empty bottle of gin with some bits floating in it that look like pastry, at least you hope it's pastry. So you try the lemon pledge, but that burns your tongue and so you down the gin, hoping that will do the trick but then you feel ill again and throw up in her loungeroom. So thinking it's close enough, you move the closest chair over the sick and head into the bedroom, where you fall into the bird who is looking right up for it, however as you kiss her you realise the sick taste is still in your mouth and she realises it too as she decides to join in on the action and throw up all over your shirt. So she kicks you out, traffic cone and shoes in hand however your mobile phone and wallet are nowhere to be found and you think, fuck it I'll walk. So you pull your shoes on with an unusual squelch and put the traffic cone on your head and start off home no idea where you are or even if you are heading in the right direction only to find yourself wandering off the street and into some bushes for a much needed lay down. Next thing you know it's morning and dying for a crap you decide to lean up against a tree and squeeze one out. You manage to get some leaves to give yourself a wipe, regretting the whole affair, but as you stand up you step back and put your foot right in your own crap. So angry at your shoe, you pull it off only to find out it was your shoes where you had that first sneaky vomit and now angry at the shoes, you throw them down and look for a stick to clean them with. A dog comes by and has a sniff of your shoes, deciding that they are his territory now, he pisses all over them.

That shoe, half filled with sick, human shit on the sole and drenched in dog piss...is Moyes.

[guv111]

I would love the sour, goggle-eyed bastard to get Taggart's job when he retires. A deserved plague on both their houses, surely.

[guv111]

You know when you have decided to go out on the piss and somewhere during the evening you decide that Guinness and tequila is a good idea, so you down some shots and consider yourself well fed as Guinness is more like a meal than a drink, somewhere between standing straight which you are proud of and leaning up against the bar with one hand because you find yourself lilting while drinking without the support, well somewhere between the two you manage to pull and it's getting harder and harder to tell if she is hot or not. So you finish your pint and realise that this was the 'one drink too many' that we have all experienced from time to time, so you grab the bird and head out of the pub. Pushing her in the direction of the street you tell her to flag down a cab while you have a sneaky throw up somewhere, you don't know where but the smell is definitely with you, you head back to her place and emerge from the cab holding your shoes in one hand and a traffic cone in the other, you aren't sure where the traffic cone came from but you suspect that it's to balance the weight of the shoes in your other hand, smart move. You head inside and she disappears into the bathroom while you pull yourself together and come up with a plan. You must get rid of the taste of sick in your mouth, so you head to the kitchen where all you can find is a can of lemon pledge and an almost empty bottle of gin with some bits floating in it that look like pastry, at least you hope it's pastry. So you try the lemon pledge, but that burns your tongue and so you down the gin, hoping that will do the trick but then you feel ill again and throw up in her loungeroom. So thinking it's close enough, you move the closest chair over the sick and head into the bedroom, where you fall into the bird who is looking right up for it, however as you kiss her you realise the sick taste is still in your mouth and she realises it too as she decides to join in on the action and throw up all over your shirt. So she kicks you out, traffic cone and shoes in hand however your mobile phone and wallet are nowhere to be found and you think, fuck it I'll walk. So you pull your shoes on with an unusual squelch and put the traffic cone on your head and start off home no idea where you are or even if you are heading in the right direction only to find yourself wandering off the street and into some bushes for a much needed lay down. Next thing you know it's morning and dying for a crap you decide to lean up against a tree and squeeze one out. You manage to get some leaves to give yourself a wipe, regretting the whole affair, but as you stand up you step back and put your foot right in your own crap. So angry at your shoe, you pull it off only to find out it was your shoes where you had that first sneaky vomit and now angry at the shoes, you throw them down and look for a stick to clean them with. A dog comes by and has a sniff of your shoes, deciding that they are his territory now, he pisses all over them.

That shoe, half filled with sick, human shit on the sole and drenched in dog piss...is Moyes.

Paragraphs, mate! That's almost unreadable on a monitor.

[craigmcfc]

David Moyes has invented that version of events to cover up the tactics of a very poor team who were set up to kick shit out of David Silva, waste time and if they could nick a point. The most horible team, with a manager who is a trick pony.

I couldnt believe the post match shite he was spouting, having a go at our tackles, giving Vinnie grief when it was cahill that came sliding in with feet off the ground, from behind and two footed FFS.

He is a very sore loser and he set his bag of shite team up to kick lumps out of us and targeted Silva for special treatment. When asked about his tactics and use of rodwell he was full of praise and when the interviewer suggested that the man marking almost worked he made a point of saying it ~DID work. Which to a point I agree with, but who assisted Milner you fucking gollum looking TWAT

I was just about to type my thoughts on that fucking despisable manager, but you two have summed it up quite nicely

[brite blu sky]

that is really quite good slim... you trying to get noticed for leg end status or something.

[bernabias_right_boot]

You know when you have decided to go out on the piss and somewhere during the evening you decide that Guinness and tequila is a good idea, so you down some shots and consider yourself well fed as Guinness is more like a meal than a drink, somewhere between standing straight which you are proud of and leaning up against the bar with one hand because you find yourself lilting while drinking without the support, well somewhere between the two you manage to pull and it's getting harder and harder to tell if she is hot or not. So you finish your pint and realise that this was the 'one drink too many' that we have all experienced from time to time, so you grab the bird and head out of the pub. Pushing her in the direction of the street you tell her to flag down a cab while you have a sneaky throw up somewhere, you don't know where but the smell is definitely with you, you head back to her place and emerge from the cab holding your shoes in one hand and a traffic cone in the other, you aren't sure where the traffic cone came from but you suspect that it's to balance the weight of the shoes in your other hand, smart move. You head inside and she disappears into the bathroom while you pull yourself together and come up with a plan. You must get rid of the taste of sick in your mouth, so you head to the kitchen where all you can find is a can of lemon pledge and an almost empty bottle of gin with some bits floating in it that look like pastry, at least you hope it's pastry. So you try the lemon pledge, but that burns your tongue and so you down the gin, hoping that will do the trick but then you feel ill again and throw up in her loungeroom. So thinking it's close enough, you move the closest chair over the sick and head into the bedroom, where you fall into the bird who is looking right up for it, however as you kiss her you realise the sick taste is still in your mouth and she realises it too as she decides to join in on the action and throw up all over your shirt. So she kicks you out, traffic cone and shoes in hand however your mobile phone and wallet are nowhere to be found and you think, fuck it I'll walk. So you pull your shoes on with an unusual squelch and put the traffic cone on your head and start off home no idea where you are or even if you are heading in the right direction only to find yourself wandering off the street and into some bushes for a much needed lay down. Next thing you know it's morning and dying for a crap you decide to lean up against a tree and squeeze one out. You manage to get some leaves to give yourself a wipe, regretting the whole affair, but as you stand up you step back and put your foot right in your own crap. So angry at your shoe, you pull it off only to find out it was your shoes where you had that first sneaky vomit and now angry at the shoes, you throw them down and look for a stick to clean them with. A dog comes by and has a sniff of your shoes, deciding that they are his territory now, he pisses all over them.

That shoe, half filled with sick, human shit on the sole and drenched in dog piss...is Moyes.

That sounds like my night out last night!

[moomey]

You know when you have decided to go out on the piss and somewhere during the evening you decide that Guinness and tequila is a good idea, so you down some shots and consider yourself well fed as Guinness is more like a meal than a drink, somewhere between standing straight which you are proud of and leaning up against the bar with one hand because you find yourself lilting while drinking without the support, well somewhere between the two you manage to pull and it's getting harder and harder to tell if she is hot or not. So you finish your pint and realise that this was the 'one drink too many' that we have all experienced from time to time, so you grab the bird and head out of the pub. Pushing her in the direction of the street you tell her to flag down a cab while you have a sneaky throw up somewhere, you don't know where but the smell is definitely with you, you head back to her place and emerge from the cab holding your shoes in one hand and a traffic cone in the other, you aren't sure where the traffic cone came from but you suspect that it's to balance the weight of the shoes in your other hand, smart move. You head inside and she disappears into the bathroom while you pull yourself together and come up with a plan. You must get rid of the taste of sick in your mouth, so you head to the kitchen where all you can find is a can of lemon pledge and an almost empty bottle of gin with some bits floating in it that look like pastry, at least you hope it's pastry. So you try the lemon pledge, but that burns your tongue and so you down the gin, hoping that will do the trick but then you feel ill again and throw up in her loungeroom. So thinking it's close enough, you move the closest chair over the sick and head into the bedroom, where you fall into the bird who is looking right up for it, however as you kiss her you realise the sick taste is still in your mouth and she realises it too as she decides to join in on the action and throw up all over your shirt. So she kicks you out, traffic cone and shoes in hand however your mobile phone and wallet are nowhere to be found and you think, fuck it I'll walk. So you pull your shoes on with an unusual squelch and put the traffic cone on your head and start off home no idea where you are or even if you are heading in the right direction only to find yourself wandering off the street and into some bushes for a much needed lay down. Next thing you know it's morning and dying for a crap you decide to lean up against a tree and squeeze one out. You manage to get some leaves to give yourself a wipe, regretting the whole affair, but as you stand up you step back and put your foot right in your own crap. So angry at your shoe, you pull it off only to find out it was your shoes where you had that first sneaky vomit and now angry at the shoes, you throw them down and look for a stick to clean them with. A dog comes by and has a sniff of your shoes, deciding that they are his territory now, he pisses all over them.

That shoe, half filled with sick, human shit on the sole and drenched in dog piss...is Moyes.

Post of the century right there......