Wolves aren’t easy on the eye, Wolves aren’t ‘powered’ by a man with huge footballing pedigree. But what they do have in spades is a bust a gut willingness. This is of course a recipe for an ‘OK’ meal at best. West Ham are on hunger strike so it looked like a banquet.
I apparently upset some Villa fans in ‘revealling’ that Milner was iffy, Heskey was a blunt instrument and Young was crucially too dull to make the grade.
Well let’s wrap up warm for the cold breeze the Ammers are going to blow over these brief words.
Carlton Cole is a fake. He is a 18-30 shag. He’s a Gucci handbag for $40 on ebay. Looks like a striker but he’s too thick and too talentless to past muster. Imagine Darren Bent lobotomized in lost property trainers and you’re getting close.
Mick McDafty? He may be here next term. On the strength of tonight let’s hope that Gold and Sullivan aren’t. And who was that thing with Gold? His mum or are there auditions being held for another Planet Of The Apes remake being held in the East End this week?