- Jan 5, 2013
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It's nachurool fer me to think they can gah all the way
The alarm on me Nokia 3210 wakes me up at 'arf 6. It’s arf an 'our before me wife, Sandra and our bulldogs — Rosie and Buster — get up. They’re only six and nine years old and it means I can get me clobber on and leave without them knowing, which is probably best.
We live in west london and it takes me abaht 50 minutes to get to QPR's training gr'and. I’ll have me brekkie there — something like a bacon sarnie with braaaaan sauce and a purple KA, and occasionally a bit of Kevin Bond's sausage and Samba's black puddin. In Poplar, where I come from, I might 'ave three or four pints a day.
After brekkie I’ll meet with me coaches to pretend to plan training. The players have to be 'ere 'arf an 'our before trainin starts, but most of them will come in earlier for treatments and a pre warm-up with me trouble n strife Sandra, all me lads love her headin' drills, except for Bent, useless caaaaaant. Training begins at arf 10 and we piss abaat for an 'our and preten to train
We like our sessions to last a good 90 minutes. All mah players work hard and their commitment this season has been triffic. We’re bottom of the table and i tell me players, i tell'um they should be praad ov themselfes cos at least they are at the bottom ov the best table in the world.
We finish abaat midday, then I’ll go back to me office, and fuck abaat looking at me compootore that i avent got a fucking clue ah to use, so i just stare at me Shakhtar memorobeeleea, and pretend to reflect on the morning’s session, and talk to the coaches abaat where to park in our goal. I’ll also speak to the medics to see if Jenas as got over ez bout of invizibillitea. Once training finishes, players are free to fuck off or ave some lunch. I usually ang abaat and have a bite to eat — maybe some pie and mash, or jellied eels.
In the East Side, every kid dreams about becoming
a footballer. Me first memories of football are ov me dad takin me to watch me favorit club arsenool. I liked to wind up the tottenham fans by telling them this every FIVE FUCKING MINUTES. I’ve been going to see 'em since i was 4.
In me last season at tottnam i won the top 4 cup which was really triffic. I also won me cowt case and was allah'ed to keep all me money, and had a right cheeky time hitchin me skirt to the FA ovah the Engerlund job.
Today it’s triffic to be the manager of QPR, and this season couldnt av gone better really. But we want to finish in the top four… we want to qualify for the Champions League, and i think we av a real chance of that, if me maffz serves me well.
I like to leave the gr'and by 5pm, and when I get 'ome I’ll unwind by playing with the kids and dogs. In England, the woman cooks me fuckin dinner, and Sandra and I keep to that tradition. We’ll have a lot of differrrent things. Like fish and chips, chicken and chips. And me favourite, pie and chips.
Unless there’s a game on TV I won’t watch anything, Jamie usually takes over the telly. Arand 10pm we’ll put Jamie and the dogs to bed, which is always a big, big tear up! We’ll go to bed straight after. The last thing I’ll do is set me alarm to wake me up at arf six. really, I’m no different from any other person in any other job. I CERTANLEE AINT NO FUCKIN WHEELER DEALER. FUCK YOU JEFF.
The alarm on me Nokia 3210 wakes me up at 'arf 6. It’s arf an 'our before me wife, Sandra and our bulldogs — Rosie and Buster — get up. They’re only six and nine years old and it means I can get me clobber on and leave without them knowing, which is probably best.
We live in west london and it takes me abaht 50 minutes to get to QPR's training gr'and. I’ll have me brekkie there — something like a bacon sarnie with braaaaan sauce and a purple KA, and occasionally a bit of Kevin Bond's sausage and Samba's black puddin. In Poplar, where I come from, I might 'ave three or four pints a day.
After brekkie I’ll meet with me coaches to pretend to plan training. The players have to be 'ere 'arf an 'our before trainin starts, but most of them will come in earlier for treatments and a pre warm-up with me trouble n strife Sandra, all me lads love her headin' drills, except for Bent, useless caaaaaant. Training begins at arf 10 and we piss abaat for an 'our and preten to train
We like our sessions to last a good 90 minutes. All mah players work hard and their commitment this season has been triffic. We’re bottom of the table and i tell me players, i tell'um they should be praad ov themselfes cos at least they are at the bottom ov the best table in the world.
We finish abaat midday, then I’ll go back to me office, and fuck abaat looking at me compootore that i avent got a fucking clue ah to use, so i just stare at me Shakhtar memorobeeleea, and pretend to reflect on the morning’s session, and talk to the coaches abaat where to park in our goal. I’ll also speak to the medics to see if Jenas as got over ez bout of invizibillitea. Once training finishes, players are free to fuck off or ave some lunch. I usually ang abaat and have a bite to eat — maybe some pie and mash, or jellied eels.
In the East Side, every kid dreams about becoming
a footballer. Me first memories of football are ov me dad takin me to watch me favorit club arsenool. I liked to wind up the tottenham fans by telling them this every FIVE FUCKING MINUTES. I’ve been going to see 'em since i was 4.
In me last season at tottnam i won the top 4 cup which was really triffic. I also won me cowt case and was allah'ed to keep all me money, and had a right cheeky time hitchin me skirt to the FA ovah the Engerlund job.
Today it’s triffic to be the manager of QPR, and this season couldnt av gone better really. But we want to finish in the top four… we want to qualify for the Champions League, and i think we av a real chance of that, if me maffz serves me well.
I like to leave the gr'and by 5pm, and when I get 'ome I’ll unwind by playing with the kids and dogs. In England, the woman cooks me fuckin dinner, and Sandra and I keep to that tradition. We’ll have a lot of differrrent things. Like fish and chips, chicken and chips. And me favourite, pie and chips.
Unless there’s a game on TV I won’t watch anything, Jamie usually takes over the telly. Arand 10pm we’ll put Jamie and the dogs to bed, which is always a big, big tear up! We’ll go to bed straight after. The last thing I’ll do is set me alarm to wake me up at arf six. really, I’m no different from any other person in any other job. I CERTANLEE AINT NO FUCKIN WHEELER DEALER. FUCK YOU JEFF.