Bellendamy Racist Shocker

[They Gnu 11,553]

Bellamy is now under 18s coach at Cardiff City and a young English player has alledged the woman beating, tax dodging, bankrupt picked on him for being English. On a pre season tour of Italy the ex Bheast player turned the TV volume down, when the squad were watching an England World Cup Match and the National Anthem was being played. The boy was called an English Bastard by the neckless prick, who also boasted he hated Swansea but hated Bristol City more because they are English. In today’s politically correct times and judging by the punishments handed down to others, he should be sacked.

[Clemdog 39,389]

Turned the TV down.  

[ForeverAndEver 71,482]

Meh

[wullyRFC 5,230]

Wee English grassing bastard

[The Specky Forum Organiser 64,686]

Can there be an instant ban on things like Bellendamy etc please

[harlands plater 16,975]

I don’t think my heart could take the stress of a rivalry with Swansea and Bristol City.

[wullyRFC 5,230]

1 hour ago, Jeffrey said:

Can there be an instant ban on things like Bellendamy etc please

Jeffgay

[The Specky Forum Organiser 64,686]

1 minute ago, wullyRFC said:

Jeffgay

willyRFC

[MayboleLoyal_atb 3,688]

Dumbert

[Terry Hurlock Loyal 12,133]

Just wait till Jim Dialacunt and Throb McLean get hold of this in the meeja.

[Mr Soprano 13,964]

The tarrier prick talking about Helicopter Sunday

 

It was going to be a ‘Helicopter Sunday’. The league trophy would be airborne until its destination was decided one way or the other.

When Chris Sutton scored 29 minutes in, we were cruising. As long as it stayed like that, there was nothing Rangers could do.

As the end of the game drew nearer, we started to get nervous and there were two minutes left to play when it happened.

A mis-hit shot bounced into our area and Scott McDonald cushioned it on his chest and then hooked it over our goalkeeper, Rab Douglas, into the net.

Rangers were winning 1-0 at Easter Road. A sense of panic swept over us. We had to score again. We threw everybody forward. But then Motherwell broke forward and McDonald scored again.

We had lost 2-1 and lost the league by a point. I was vaguely aware that the noise of a helicopter buzzing overhead had disappeared. It was carrying the SPL trophy to Easter Road.

It was a desperate, desperate feeling. We went into the changing rooms and there was just silence.

I have heard Neil Lennon say it was the most sickening blow of his career. Martin O’Neill didn’t attempt to disguise his disappointment, either.

He just muttered something about seeing us on Wednesday or Thursday. That was it.

I was in shock. I went back to my apartment where Claire and the kids were waiting. But I needed to be by myself. I left them at the apartment, went straight to the airport and got a flight to Cardiff. I didn’t sleep for two days.

I felt tormented by it. I thought I was cursed, I thought I was destined never to win anything. I stayed at my mum and dad’s house and drank.

I wallowed in self-pity and didn’t think about Claire and the kids being by themselves.

[The Specky Forum Organiser 64,686]

4 minutes ago, Mr Soprano said:

The tarrier prick talking about Helicopter Sunday

 

It was going to be a ‘Helicopter Sunday’. The league trophy would be airborne until its destination was decided one way or the other.

When Chris Sutton scored 29 minutes in, we were cruising. As long as it stayed like that, there was nothing Rangers could do.

As the end of the game drew nearer, we started to get nervous and there were two minutes left to play when it happened.

A mis-hit shot bounced into our area and Scott McDonald cushioned it on his chest and then hooked it over our goalkeeper, Rab Douglas, into the net.

Rangers were winning 1-0 at Easter Road. A sense of panic swept over us. We had to score again. We threw everybody forward. But then Motherwell broke forward and McDonald scored again.

We had lost 2-1 and lost the league by a point. I was vaguely aware that the noise of a helicopter buzzing overhead had disappeared. It was carrying the SPL trophy to Easter Road.

It was a desperate, desperate feeling. We went into the changing rooms and there was just silence.

I have heard Neil Lennon say it was the most sickening blow of his career. Martin O’Neill didn’t attempt to disguise his disappointment, either.

He just muttered something about seeing us on Wednesday or Thursday. That was it.

I was in shock. I went back to my apartment where Claire and the kids were waiting. But I needed to be by myself. I left them at the apartment, went straight to the airport and got a flight to Cardiff. I didn’t sleep for two days.

I felt tormented by it. I thought I was cursed, I thought I was destined never to win anything. I stayed at my mum and dad’s house and drank.

I wallowed in self-pity and didn’t think about Claire and the kids being by themselves.

😂

[Davy Vandenbroucke 26,159]

4 hours ago, ForeverAndEver said:

Meh

ForeverABender

[ritchieshearercaldow 22,137]

1 minute ago, Jeffrey said:

😂

Just as well for Claire, probably would have had a sore face

[roboscot 1,176]

42 minutes ago, Mr Soprano said:

The tarrier prick talking about Helicopter Sunday

 

It was going to be a ‘Helicopter Sunday’. The league trophy would be airborne until its destination was decided one way or the other.

When Chris Sutton scored 29 minutes in, we were cruising. As long as it stayed like that, there was nothing Rangers could do.

As the end of the game drew nearer, we started to get nervous and there were two minutes left to play when it happened.

A mis-hit shot bounced into our area and Scott McDonald cushioned it on his chest and then hooked it over our goalkeeper, Rab Douglas, into the net.

Rangers were winning 1-0 at Easter Road. A sense of panic swept over us. We had to score again. We threw everybody forward. But then Motherwell broke forward and McDonald scored again.

We had lost 2-1 and lost the league by a point. I was vaguely aware that the noise of a helicopter buzzing overhead had disappeared. It was carrying the SPL trophy to Easter Road.

It was a desperate, desperate feeling. We went into the changing rooms and there was just silence.

I have heard Neil Lennon say it was the most sickening blow of his career. Martin O’Neill didn’t attempt to disguise his disappointment, either.

He just muttered something about seeing us on Wednesday or Thursday. That was it.

I was in shock. I went back to my apartment where Claire and the kids were waiting. But I needed to be by myself. I left them at the apartment, went straight to the airport and got a flight to Cardiff. I didn’t sleep for two days.

I felt tormented by it. I thought I was cursed, I thought I was destined never to win anything. I stayed at my mum and dad’s house and drank.

I wallowed in self-pity and didn’t think about Claire and the kids being by themselves.

It’s great knowing how much it hurts them. 

Had a wee smile on my face reading that!

[They Gnu 11,553]

3 minutes ago, roboscot said:

It’s great knowing how much it hurts them. 

Had a wee smile on my face reading that!

And he’s bankrupt 😊

[Malvern 11,329]

1 hour ago, They Gnu said:

And he’s bankrupt 😊

He's also a wanker.

[SIRB_72 4,000]

14 hours ago, Mr Soprano said:

The tarrier prick talking about Helicopter Sunday

 

It was going to be a ‘Helicopter Sunday’. The league trophy would be airborne until its destination was decided one way or the other.

When Chris Sutton scored 29 minutes in, we were cruising. As long as it stayed like that, there was nothing Rangers could do.

As the end of the game drew nearer, we started to get nervous and there were two minutes left to play when it happened.

A mis-hit shot bounced into our area and Scott McDonald cushioned it on his chest and then hooked it over our goalkeeper, Rab Douglas, into the net.

Rangers were winning 1-0 at Easter Road. A sense of panic swept over us. We had to score again. We threw everybody forward. But then Motherwell broke forward and McDonald scored again.

We had lost 2-1 and lost the league by a point. I was vaguely aware that the noise of a helicopter buzzing overhead had disappeared. It was carrying the SPL trophy to Easter Road.

It was a desperate, desperate feeling. We went into the changing rooms and there was just silence.

I have heard Neil Lennon say it was the most sickening blow of his career. Martin O’Neill didn’t attempt to disguise his disappointment, either.

He just muttered something about seeing us on Wednesday or Thursday. That was it.

I was in shock. I went back to my apartment where Claire and the kids were waiting. But I needed to be by myself. I left them at the apartment, went straight to the airport and got a flight to Cardiff. I didn’t sleep for two days.

I felt tormented by it. I thought I was cursed, I thought I was destined never to win anything. I stayed at my mum and dad’s house and drank.

I wallowed in self-pity and didn’t think about Claire and the kids being by themselves.

😂😂😂😂 I love their pain.

[Bigsasasfloppyhair 13,310]

Under investigation 

[G.E.C. 18,769]

Taig Bullyme

[blueballss 2,969]

no have to see his coupon skysports etc again now hopefully

[magic8ball 27,901]

On 01/01/2019 at 20:23, Mr Soprano said:

The tarrier prick talking about Helicopter Sunday

 

It was going to be a ‘Helicopter Sunday’. The league trophy would be airborne until its destination was decided one way or the other.

When Chris Sutton scored 29 minutes in, we were cruising. As long as it stayed like that, there was nothing Rangers could do.

As the end of the game drew nearer, we started to get nervous and there were two minutes left to play when it happened.

A mis-hit shot bounced into our area and Scott McDonald cushioned it on his chest and then hooked it over our goalkeeper, Rab Douglas, into the net.

Rangers were winning 1-0 at Easter Road. A sense of panic swept over us. We had to score again. We threw everybody forward. But then Motherwell broke forward and McDonald scored again.

We had lost 2-1 and lost the league by a point. I was vaguely aware that the noise of a helicopter buzzing overhead had disappeared. It was carrying the SPL trophy to Easter Road.

It was a desperate, desperate feeling. We went into the changing rooms and there was just silence.

I have heard Neil Lennon say it was the most sickening blow of his career. Martin O’Neill didn’t attempt to disguise his disappointment, either.

He just muttered something about seeing us on Wednesday or Thursday. That was it.

I was in shock. I went back to my apartment where Claire and the kids were waiting. But I needed to be by myself. I left them at the apartment, went straight to the airport and got a flight to Cardiff. I didn’t sleep for two days.

I felt tormented by it. I thought I was cursed, I thought I was destined never to win anything. I stayed at my mum and dad’s house and drank.

I wallowed in self-pity and didn’t think about Claire and the kids being by themselves.

don't think if ever read so much pain for so many pricks in such a short space .

Only thing missing was a quote from Sutton. 

My memories of helicopter Sunday were of how low key we were in the pub in the lead up to the game .then going home to babysit before the end of the games .Switched over to see how the other game was .couldn't believe Motherwell just scored .Phoned my mate still in the pub .then phoned him back again .I was back out with the pram until half hour before the Mrs finished work .

Never once did I have any thoughts of the acute pain those cunts were suffering .

cheers mate 😂😂😂😂

[Junior Soprano 22,428]

Bet Clair was getting fingered fae Marvin Andrews whilst he was in Cardiff.

[scottyscott1963 18,328]

2 hours ago, Junior Soprano said:

Bet Clair was getting fingered fae Marvin Andrews whilst he was in Cardiff.