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Berbatov To Spurs For £18 Million

By the standards of even the most impartial observer the rat faced, Alice banded Bulgarian he-bitch has been a failure at Old Trafford.

Any settling in period was done, bought and paid for during his tenure at Tottenham. Since being smuggled beneath a blanket by the functional social drinker that is Sir Alex of Ferguson, he has royally failed to become the Manchester United poster boy many (well, primarily him) saw him as.

Word is that £18 Million will secure his services.  A damaged goods discount, if you like.

Me? I’d take the magic he gave in a Lilywhite shirt back in a heartbeat. But the man? He … can do one.

His attitude prior to leaving was worse than abysmal and these days the look on the sallow faced ponce never ceases to make me smile. He thought he was better, he was wrong. And nobody loves him.

Take him for £18 million? I’d take him out the back and put two in his oily head for free.

Well now, when it comes to football, one man has for many years been the most noticeable, the most controversial, and occasionally the most successful blogger this country has ever produced. His pithy words and abrasive style make him as famous off the pitch as he is on it. This man is Escapini. "I love football. Football she's a cruel mistress. She's, she's more than a mistress. She's a wife, she's a mother, she's a daughter, she's an errant child. She's a… she's a… she can make you laugh, she make you cry. She can bring tears me eyes. She can bring blood to me shoulders. She can bring a kettle to the boil." "Cause football is about nothing, unless it's about something and what it is about, is football."

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