Prendila in Culo Da Un Ciuccio Imbizzarito

[Psaw]

Keeping up with a donkey theme, i suppose it would be fair for the club to take the above attitude if i were ever to turn up for a game.

Being tough as nails i should be able to take a quarter of a century or more of Tommy Coopers in amber like being crushed by your own front door that has heavy rocks on it, while your back rests on a fairly sharp stone. I think that was the fate of Catherine Houghton, a saint in the 1500s.

What makes me prefer dying in such a manner is that Houghtons suffering only lasted about 45 minutes, not 25 years, and in all that time, obviously my suffering was greater.

Imagine drinking all that hot weak tea, bland burgers, pies that are the temperature of lava, and hopelessly burnt because of it.

The silence of the crowd.

In all my time of watching football in Sheffield, Birmingham and Stoke, and all the clubs therein, never have a crowd been as silent as a Cambridge crowd when losing. Or should i say gathering. Most fans would throw insults, and be deserved.

And losing was a regular event.

You will never hear a fan shout at Shaun Derry that someone should shove a donkeys hoof up where the sun dont shine, or wash his mouth out with washing soda because he talks s itt.

Ah, passion, not political correctness. Indeed, one chairman said we should say nothing, and think about the players feelings. And the United crowd agrees.

Never has a board or fan base expects as little as a United.

Anyway, expecting a win tomorrow. Are they going to lose?, of course.

Jackie of Riverside.

[Psaw]

p.s It used to be the culture of the Habbin to throw insults. And hilarious it was to. Not any more. Again the dank, heavy, evil hand of socialism and all its cohorts seeks to turn society into a grey shirted trabant driving, shackled slaves. Thank god my time is nearly done, this world is ruled by the dark side, always will.