Hello son.
Who said life was easy?
I watched you when we 'played' Brentford.
Lovely young Sort sitting next to you, obviously enjoying herself.
Final whistle.........no sign of the young sort.....and you looked like you'd lost a fiver, and found a pound. ( I hope she never went home with the Brentford Chairman)
Anyway son, all that aside...............
Gotta be honest, you seem to have more lives than a cat.
Do yourself a favour....we all love Sir Les.....but if he tries to move his mate, the boy Sherwood in....................just say no.
We need a period of stability.
So go to Brighton........offer them a stick of rock.....a kiss me quick hat....and a few bob.
Buy the boy Houghton out of his contract......give him a three year contract, and maybe, just maybe...............
At the end of his contract, we won't be the toxic shitehole that we have become over the last few years.
It's not rocket science Tone.
What's going on?
We should be told
Sort it out. | |
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