Brilliant Jose Interview

[Kaip]

You dare entering a discussion with me fella.

come on then, lets discuss

[Guest]

come on then, lets discuss

How's the state of welsh rugby at the moment mate ?

[Kaip]

How's the state of welsh rugby at the moment mate ?

is that all you got

[paulcooper4]

FLMAO at the " tough " scousers


FLAMO at Fredo talking bollocks

Bring it on welshy

[paulcooper4]

FLMAO at the " tough " scousers


FLAMO at Fredo talking bollocks

You dare entering a discussion with me fella.

come on then, lets discuss

How's the state of welsh rugby at the moment mate ?

is that all you got

Fredo the chinese frog shat his keck

[Kaip]

Fredo the chinese frog shat his keck

Backed down like a proper frenchie

[Guest]

Backed down like a proper frenchie

I'll kick your butt properly if you let me fella.

[Kaip]

I'll kick your butt properly if you let me fella.

go for it bum boy

[Guest]

go for it bum boy

How you'd like it honey ?

[Morten_nogamst_Pedersen]

Jose is a good manager, maybe even great, but he's a small man IMO.
Incredibly arrogant fecker! Poor looser, and even worse, a poor winner. Always some excuse in hand when they lost, never his fault.
**** off Mourinho!

[Pablo]

Maureen needs to read this and take notice, it´s everything he is not:

"If" by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

[Guest]

Maureen needs to read this and take notice, it´s everything he is not:

"If" by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

One of the best poems ever.

[Pacman]

Moaniho is a disrespectful little turd and a horrible little man

[Guest]

Moaniho is a disrespectful little turd and a horrible little man

Now you're looking for a fight with me baby ?

[Neil Young]

Now you're looking for a fight with me baby ?

Fredo, you're as hard as a number eight on the Bristol Stool chart.