- Celebrity QCs. What sort of intimidating nickname is Super Silk? Sounds like bum lube. Should have called himself Larry the Bastard.
- VAR making obvious decisions lengthier and more convoluted than Oppenheimer.
- Pretending to be outraged by opposition chants. Admit you find nothing more utterly life-affirming than when you are frantically scrolling on your phone, all sweaty-faced and aroused, screeching ‘Inform his employer, inform his employer!!!’
- ‘The football family.’ Rather have a night in watching the telly with the Manson Family.
- ‘According to Alan Myers…’
- ‘The grass roots game.’ Dry-Robe banshees and their Klopp-clad fellas screaming abuse at teenage referees until their Turkey teeth almost come right out of their head.
- Goodison News.
- James Tarkowski’s clobber on Married To The Game.
- Pretending to be into footy to get fellas to look at your tuppence on Only Fans
- Speaking of tits, Simon Jordan.
- Allowing Americans to take over. A country where the most notable thing about their showpiece sporting event are the adverts on the telly and the turn on the pitch at half-time. ‘Usher? Sling it, lad. I’m going for a piss.’
- Thinking that this government running something would actually be an improvement.
- Kick-off times. All of them.
- Carling.
- ‘Gamble Responsibly.’ And if that doesn’t work, there’s always suicide, right fellas?
- Erling Haaland’s £900k a week.
- Pundits in Sandbanks coats.
- Lads dressing like pundits.
- Going proper Michael Ironside in Scanners ballistic and trying to grass to the referee when the ball is a micron outside the quadrant. Players are laughing at you.
- Getting triggered by female commentators
- ‘Initiating contact’.
- Jamie Webster
- The next fucker who starts a conversation about the points deduction with ‘But surely….’
- Jonathan Lieuw.
- Fans groups issuing statements.
- Joey Barton.
- Guardiola constantly gollying on the floor.
- Football finance ‘experts’
- The term ‘tragedy chanting’
- Chanting about tragedies
- Trying yourself in knots trying to justify it.
- Being ‘entitled to go down’.
- Keys and Gray’s bloated Henry the 8th heads at half time when you are watching the match on holiday.
- ITV and BBC showing United and Liverpool’s FA Cup games at prime time regardless of how shite the tie is.
- Being on loan from Chelsea.
- 37 minutes of added time.
- Already knowing tomorrow’s news story when a black player makes a mistake in a big game.
- Justifying every decision that goes your way and everything your players and your club does, despite all evidence to the contrary, like some massive Brexit nonce.
- Wrexham fans in Deadpool outfits
- This means more. Unless we lose. In which case it was your cup final.
- The Overlap.
- Being arsed about where you are in the running order on Match of the Day.
- An apology from Howard Webb
- Manchesters City’s substitutes.
- ‘The players don’t try and they don’t care.’ They just lost mate, that’s all.
- HANDBALL!
- The opinions of Keith Wyness.
- The genuinely creepy fetishisation of Jurgen Klopp.
- Independent committees who clearly pluck a punishment out of thin air and then spend the rest of the time concocting a narrative for justification and preparing rebuttals for the inevitable objections to the glaring inconsistencies.
- ‘Can I have your shirt’ on a bit of cardboard. No, fuck off you entitled little cunt.
