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Why do the men come, do you suppose?" asked Fiver. "Who knows why men do anything? They may drive cows or sheep in the fields, or cut wood in the copses. What does it matter? I'd rather dodge a man than a stoat or a fox.
Damn you, Hemy. I swear you boys have issues.
This is an award I couldn't have won on my own. I can't thank these guys enough. These are my guys, these are my brothers.
Male groupies gettin' shaky when I come from the rear.
Newcastle fans never cease to amaze me. If there was a trophy for best supporters this lot would win it hands down every year.
Because we're guys.
Boys are just dogs
Silly girls your heads full of boys
Young men, come and blow things up.
We are turning against boys and forgetting a simple truth: that the energy, competitiveness, and corporal daring of normal, decent males is responsible for much of what is right in the world.
Men are clinging to football on a level we aren't even aware of. For centuries, we ruled everything, and now, in the last ten minutes, there are all these incursions by women. It's our Alamo.
Don't worry about it. It's just a bunch of guys with an odd-shaped ball.
Now listen lads, I'm not happy with our tackling. We're hurting them but they keep getting up.
We're young men; we're not ready to die.
Rugby is a hooligans game played by gentlemen.
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing.
Men are joined by conviction, sundered by opinion.
Three blokes go into a pub. Something happens. The outcome was hilarious!!
Once you have the support of the lads around you, you can't ask for any more.
I want to see you game, boys, I want to see you brave and manly, and I also want to see you gentle and tender.
Men of all ages have the same inclinations, over which reason exercises no control. Thus, wherever men are found, there are follies, ay, and the same follies.
It's amazing what the sight of four gentlemen with red crosses on their backs can to injured players.
Ah, tell them they are men!Men-- Thomas Gray
A group of men in evening clothes looks like a flock of crows, and is just about as inspiring.
Football games are generally won by the boys with the greatest desire.
Men get the war they deserve.
Guys you have way too much invested in sport. Guys you are not the tenth man. You're a machine for turning beer into piss that's what you are!
To tell the truth, fishermen remain always boys as far as their amusement goes.
This is Manchester, we do things differently here
Boys have never been to war. It's easy to believe that it's all a game. That the dead will get up off the grass in time for tea.
Don't be bashful; we're among gentlemen. It's a known fact that we men are the missing link between the pirate and the pig.
I was a young lad when I was growing up.
After forming a cadet corps of boys for assisting as noncombatants during a military campaign in 1900: We then made the discovery that boys, when trusted and relied on, were just as capable and reliable as men.
When boys unite hearts they become gentlemen.
God Save me from boys
A bunch of silly men chasing a ball" my mother says "give each one his own ball if they're so desperate to have one
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Our sex is called timid and weak; believe it no more! We tremble at a spider, but the black monster, corruption, we hug to our arms in sport!
Let's cool it, brothers.
I understand the intensity of the supporters. I wonder how they could turn up for work on Monday morning after we lost 5-1 to Manchester City.
Men are creatures with two legs and eight hands.
What are men? Children who doubt.
Sorry, ma'am, but we need a big damn army right now, and there's no better way to make one than to gather up a bunch of boys and tell them how much fun they're going to have killing their enemy.
Boys don't cry, but men do.
Here we are, kiddies, sitting like a bug in a rug, snugly, surrounded by a battalion of bloodsuckers who wish no more than to sip freely of my bonded, 100 proof hemoglobin. Have a drink, men, this one's really on me.
We're in the top six, we've got five points and I've told the lads we need another 80 to win the League.
In truth it is best to learn wisdom, and abandoning all nonsense, to leave it to boys to enjoy their season of play and mirth.
proud men and umbrageous men, casting black shadows.
men in high collars who might - this
The applause and the favour of our fellow-men
Fan even a spark of genius to a flame.
The sort of lad I am looking for is a kid who will nutmeg Kevin Keegan in training, then step aside him in the corridor
Good big blokes are better than good little blokes. Then again, good little blokes are better than dud big blokes. And dud big blokes should play something other than Rugby
Professional footballers - those virile young stags of our modern culture - are near perpetual fountains of sputum.
I don't play with men...I play men.
We shall tell you all in good time. We are men and are able to bear,
Men will always be boys.
You're the fucking good guys,
How precious are the souls of men!
A crowd of men stood in front of them. Of all ages, with expressions of sex-wonder in their eyes, gazing curiously as men who cannot solve a mystery that populates graveyards and through the ages has sent poets, popes, kings and fools to the junk heap.
The best teamwork comes from men who are working independently toward one goal in unison.
We culturally decided, as the personal computer came in, that it was for the boys.
Young men are crazy strange emotional beings.
War doesn't make boys men, it makes men dead.
Men are visual creatures.
All the real blokes I know are obsessed with cars and have started doing cycling at the weekend and being really, really boring about it and banging on about their Fitbits and growing stupid beards and talking about being on Tinder. That's what all the 'real men' are like these days!
I have a rule for working out if the root problem of something is, in fact, sexism. And it is this: asking 'Are the boys doing it? Are the boys having to worry about this stuff? Are the boys the centre of a gigantic global debate on this subject?
The two lads were told to wash their hands. The recent thrill of adventure had been superseded by another sort of excitement. They locked themselves up. The tap ran unheeded. Both were in a manly state and moaning like doves.
I feel close to the rebelliousness of the youth here. Perhaps time will seperate us , but nobody can deny that here, behind the windows of Manchester, there is an insane love of football, of celebration and of music.
You pick out the big men! I'll make them brave!
Love, my lads! And above all, love pretty, charming girls; they are the remedy for evil, they give a sweet smell to rottenness, they exchange life for death ... Love, my lads!
We're working to overcome the overly macho nature of the current online console game world, where a handful of the high testosterone crowd fight for supremacy, while the mass of casual game players stay away.
Define us as a sex.
LORD ILLINGWORTH Sphinxes without secrets.
Spurs fans are feeling very boyish about the future
We were the guys on the other side. It was hilarious.
than men, that's all I figured it was.' 'How'd you
I am still feeling my calf strain, so I have been unable to train this week. I will again have to sit out the weekend action, but the lads are climbing ever higher to safety.
Boys. I'd turn gay if they weren't so sexy.
A message to the best football supporters in the world. We need a 12th man here. Where are you? Where are you? Let's be having you. Come on!
How the English love playing at being naughty boys!
Swear to God, these boys should be locked up. It isn't safe, men with that much testosterone coursing through tier blood free to roam.
Have faith that you are all, my brave lads, born to do great things! Let not the barks of puppies frighten you, no, not even the thunderbolts of heaven, but stand up and work!
Gentlemen of the human race, I say to hell with the lot of you.
Men are creatures with eight hands.
All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys, The champions and enthusiasts of the state: Turbid ardors and vain joys Not barrenly abate
Stimulants to the power mature, Preparatives of fate.
For these are true boys and they draw dirt to them as if by magic.
All you earnest young men out to save the world ... please, have a laugh.
So tell me i'm wrong, cursed me when i'm started being a douchebag and all. Then i'll let you know how much i love you, lads.
Boys everywhere. All seven of them plus their dad, running and laughing and shoving each other around on the front lawn, engaged in what appeared to be a full-contact, tackle version of ultimate Frizbee. They were playing shirts and skins. Shirts and might-fine-lookin' skins.
There 's a good time coming, boys! A good time coming.
Relieved of moral pretense and stripped of folk costumes, the raw masculinity that all men know in their gut has to do with being good at being a man within a small, embattled gang of men struggling to survive.
I never quite got the hang of the getting drunk & fondling the thighs [of all the cumbersome young males] business ... whether that makes me a gallant & proper gentleman, a cowardly wuss or an unadventurous prude, I cannot make out
How great in number are the little minded men.
All men are the same age.
It's not about rugby, it's about young men. It's not about building a championship team, it's about building championship boys. Boys who will be forever strong.
We were the wolf pack, we were the killers of Britain, we had fought from the south coast of Wessex to the northern wilds, from the ocean to the sea, and we had never been beaten, and these men knew it.
Some of you young men think that war is all glamour and glory, but let me tell you, boys, it is all hell!
Here I want to see those men of hard voice.
Those that break horses and dominate rivers;
those men of sonorous skeleton who sing
with a mouth full of sun and flint.
Those who seek to impress upon us that they are gentlemen will usually be found mistaken.
We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed.
Gentlemen, let's go row!