SB, please don't stop posting mate, other posters like Exmouthbaggie and Ariesbaggie suffered the same "malevolence" you are now being subjected to now.
I completely understand your upset at the post you refer to and I clearly recall his last racist rant too.
It is unfortunate that the same s hit is said on these boards, but it confirms what I have said for 3 years now, and this latest rant at you confirms what I said about him.
The clear modus operandi, is to say the objectionable, disgusting rant from the safety of a doorway and hope everyone forgets it and to act the victim of lies when confronted about it.
I think with long term effects of turps and spice any recollection is impossible for him so in the few seconds of sobriety in a day it's full denial mode.
What says it all is you SB have supported your team, from afar and in person, in one of their worse periods when the other couldnt manage to even hitch a lift to any game.
You support, he is supported by a welfare system that at least let's him post on an wba forum all day on one of the hottest days, when the rest of the country is out and about, but pity him as he's always out, reliant on the small left over change from someone's purchase of something or another or whatever he can find in a skip.
The football song "he finds a dead dog and he thinks it a treat " was based on his autobiography title which was ghost written for him by the supreme intellectual chav eve, but the royalties still didn't reach enough for eve to get that chav cp jacket he creams about and longs for.
Their friendship didn't flourish on the council ground, well it wouldn't when one has been shooed away by security guards clearing the doorways, and the other is pleasuring himself when he sees some wannabe wearing the Mythical cp jacket he creams about, I mean dreams about, in the subway.
Nor did this friendship form at Newcastle away last season when both were apparently (yeah right) in the same stand.
No the friendship formed when eve dropped his half eaten burger on the floor, as he couldn't resist knocking another one out as someone walked past wearing the Mythical cp jacket, and the grateful vagrant fought off a pit bull to it.
I don't know if you ever had a show called stig in the dump in Sweden SB, but that show sums up this enduring friendship of kindred spirits.
edit: Oops, just to clarify kindred spirits aren't the the same as methylated spirits, so you can't drink them.