Good Knee

Why all that sugar?was he diabetic?

Very sad news, another local talent we missed. RIP.

Taking the chaddy, we took the whole fucking town.

Haha, you're right mate, arthritis and fucking sciatica puts paid to leaping anything.

You never lose it.

Johnny Byrom ?

Cheers mate , yes I need a new one now.

My old man took me to Notts Forest in the cup 1969 I think, mum made me wear a balaclava the twats on the back of the coach gave me dogs abuse about this balaclava, I'm still scarred could I get some money?

Got to wonder why he let his daughter bring one of those cunts home.

Remember travelling to away games and knowing some Bolton had beat you there when you saw Matt BWFC on a wall .

Dusty for me, Michael Carrick can sing un all.

No mate another bad start , playing catch up.

Would just like 3 points on the board instead of all the seasons of being behind right from the off.Fucking hell those starts with Coyle and Doogie when it was October and we hadn't won nightmare.

Mine told me never to piss directly over the outlet in a urinal, disturbing all the stàle piss.

My dad's hero also, he called him the Farnworth Bulldog, read Jimmy Greaves autobiography he says that when he burst on the scene as a wonder boy at Chelsea the manager would blood any up and coming youngsters at Burnden with a theory that if they came out unscathed and still able to and wanting to play football they had something about them.

The most ironic covid decision I've seen is stopping the handful of veterans from travelling to France for the unveiling of the British D Day memorial, they're all in thier 90,s, probably most won't be able to make the journey again. Wonder about the outcome had the government been so concerned about their welfare 70 odd years ago.

Mrs Good Knee just been up to renew mine and lads tickets, she thought it was busy it wasn't till they'd took her temperature and were asking for details that she realised she was in the covid vaccination queue, they pissed their sides,anyhow mission accomplished.

Warrior is Tommy.

Sat in glorious sunshine outside the Ty Coch on Morfa Nefyn beach supping cider. Doesn't get better.

What about that monstrosity on Longsight, Harwood, new build for the Methodist church hall, it's in keeping with fuck all for miles around, architects and planners are a joke.

Or maybe he's a scruffy twat with no etiquette or style.

Had no particular favourite for it until I saw that scruffy little fucking manager devalue the competition farther by leading the team out dressed like a teenage scally, instead of wearing a suit. Prick.

Masticate wi yer gob shut.

Remembering how I was feeling this time last week.

I'm knackered from the drinking, not being in labour!