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Everton are now hitting the ropes running.
Square go then smart cunt!
Colin Meads is the kind of player you expect to see emerging from a ruck with the remains of a jockstrap between his teeth.
It must be eight years since I last saw Joseph Taboys. How pleasant it would be to meet his jovial face again, to clasp his strong hand, and to hear his cheery laugh once more! He owes me 14 shillings, too.
Not, at any rate, such a woman as her. It went against the grain with Mr. Sowerby, this seeking of pecuniary assistance from the very woman whose hand he had attempted to gain about a fortnight since; but he allowed his sister to prevail. What
In hoc signo vinces
Sol has experience, pace and physical power, which nobody else has together.
Any player coming to Spurs whether he's a big signing or just a ground staff boy must be dedicated to the game and to the club. He must be prepared to work at his game. He must never be satisfied with his last performance, and he must hate losing.
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!
John Bond has brought in a young left-sided midfield player, who I guess will play on the left side of midfield.
Scholes is undoubtedly the best midfielder of his generation.
He's not fit to lace my boots as a player.
(on Kevin Keegan)
Quis costodiet ipsos custodies? (Who will watch the watchers?)
He's not just the best centre-forward in the British Isles, but the only one.
(about Ian St John)
Mens videt astra.
(The soul sees the stars.)
Sameron adion aso
I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow
Sammy Sosa grew up without a father in the back of a converted public hospital in San Pedro de Macoris, a dusty seaside town in the Dominican Republic. His father, Juan Montero, died when Sosa was 5.
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour.
[Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.]
Alain-Fournier is
If you were in the Brondby dressing room right now, which of the Liverpool players would you be looking at?
Farre shooting never kild bird.
We are born in this cemetery, but must not despair.
-Piet Soron, 1847
If Giggs was French, Pires or myself would have been on the bench.
Liverpool is the pool of life, it makes to live.
If I were a player, I would like to be like Busquets.
"Jose Mourinho is a big star ... he's cool. The first time he met (my wife) he whispered to her: 'Helena you have only one mission. Feed Zlatan, let him sleep, keep him happy' The guy says what he wants. I like him."
Rooney's good but not the best in Manchester.
Carlos Tevez's English should be better than what it is
The only imaginative prose writer of the slightest value who has appeared among the English-speaking races for some years past.
Besyn larveth'is!
Oh, Sophronia, thank goodness. Save me? Please? All those young girls, in pastels, talking about the weather. I shall go jump off a bridge, I swear I shall. Do you have bridges in Wiltshire? They chatter, they chatter worse than Dimity ever did. Oh, the chattering! The chattering, it haunts me.
Sophocles was a general: a warrior writing plays about military situations.
Titus Bramble: The only explanation for his existence in the Premiership is that he is already here.
Taleenoi olngisoilechashur.
Vas happening Selene?
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]
Astra is perfect.
Come here, female! a thundering voice called out to Sorvus. A thrill of excitement at this male's voice instantly shot up her spine. It is him, she thought. It is my Destoul.
Oh Beer! Oh Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass! Names that should be on every infant's tongue! Shall days and months and years and centuries pass, And still your merits be unrecked, unsung?
Paul Scholes and Gary Neville are the centrefolds of Man United
I'm not the best, Paul Scholes is.
We had probably our best ever Player of the Year Dance last week. You elected Dennis Wise as Player of the Year. Dennis accepted his award mimicking Vialli, whereupon Zola shouted 'Speak English', Dennis switched to his normal Cockney voice only for Zola to shout 'You're still not speaking English'.
So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To be commenced in stronds afar remote.
I sought a great performer who would deeply impress me, and I found Lior Suchard.
Once I saw Desjardins' house, I hated him even more. It was a huge mansion on the other side of the Tuileries, on the rue des Pyramids.
"Pyramids Road?" Sadie said. "Obvious, much?"
"Maybe he couldn't find a place on Stupid Evil Magician Street," I suggested.
Peter Pears and Ian Bostridge.
Paddy Eagan, stay away from falling signs for a bit and you'll be as right as rain come the weekend.
Piss!" shouted Kosta, hoisting his tumbler toward Cosetta, who nearly came apart at the joints with the resulting fit of giggles.
"Thank you, Ravelle, for this gift of a daughter who will now be up all night repeating that word ...
Lares of the Crossroads
Fallaces sunt rerum speciaes. The appearances of things are deceptive.
On top of pique, umbrage, and ennui. Oh, the French diseases of the soul.
Everton are literally a bag of Revells.
stomata. The guard
We do not precisely enjoy liberty at the Figaro. M. de Latouche, our worthy director (ah! you should know the fellow), is always hanging over us, cutting, pruning, right or wrong, imposing upon us his whims, his aberrations, his fancies, and we have to write as he bids ...
The nuttes schell, thocht it be hard and teuch,Haldis the kirnill, and is delectabill.Sa lyis thair ane doctrine wyse aneuch,And full of fruit, under ane fenyeit Fabill.
It's so Hogwarts.
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow
They make their fortune who are stout and wise,
Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.
[Lat., Che sovente addivien che'l saggio e'l forte.
Fabro a se stesso e di beata sorte.]
Samassi Abou don't speak the English too good.
Mesut Ozil made me the worlds best striker
By speaking of our misfortunes we often relieve them.
[Fr., A raconter ses maux souvent on les soulage.]
If that lad makes a First Division footballer, then I'm Mao Tse Tung.
Jermaine Jenas is a fit lad. He gets from box to box in all of 90
minutes
He is the man who has been brought on to replace Pavel Nedved. The irreplaceable Pavel Nedved.
In the Belgian backwaters, south of Bruges, there lives a reclusive English composer, named Vyvyan Ayrs. You won't have heard of him because you're a musical oaf, but he's one of the greats.
Just heard Paul Scholes has retired, best I've ever played against by a mile. Most technically gifted player in english history. Legend.
Sofiowka was found the next morning, swinging by the neck from the wooden bridge. His severed hands were hanging from strings tied to his feet, and across his chest was written, in Brod's red lipstick, ANIMAL
Best defender I have played against? Carles Puyol
Mischief nodded. 'It's true,' he conceded. 'You're in the company of eight world-class thieves,' he said, not without a little touch of pride. 'Saints we are not.'
But then,' said Deaux-Deaux, 'who is?' he thought on this. 'Besides saints.
Dantes. He became Number 34.
If I wanted to have an easy job, working with the big protection of what I have already done before, I would have stayed at Porto - beautiful blue chair, the Uefa Champions League trophy, God, and after God, me.
If you gave Arsene Wenger eleven players and told him to pick his team, this would be it.
My former coach, Simen Agdestein, used to be the best player in Norway.
The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.
On Napoli, Elena Ferrante is more ferocious than Roberto Savino.
Coach Genghis rather
He plaies well that winnes.
[He plays well that wins.]
The Spanish wine, my God, it is foul, catpiss is champagne compared, this is the sulphurous urination of some aged horse.
We shall march prospering,-not thro' his presence; Songs may inspirit us,-not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,-while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire.
You and what army of snaggled toothed wine sots?
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
We are alike, Joscelin and I, in that what we do, we do very well.
No more coals to Newcastle, no more Hoares to Paris.
Svensson is renovating his ruin.
Al the povere peple tho pescoddes fetten; Benes and baken apples thei broghte in hir lappe, Chibolles and chervelles and ripe chiries manye, And profrede Piers this present to plese with Hunger.
A great amongst the greats.
The problem is that they are all stars at Madrid. You need someone to carry the water to the well.
If he [Toshack] thinks there is lots of young Welsh talent coming through, then good luck to him.
STEPHEN O'CONNOR Next to Nothing
Cagliari central defender Comunardo Niccolai became celebrated for his ability to score bizarre own goals in the 1960s, so much that self inflicted problems in general are often referred to as 'Niccolai-like'.
Angleterre Hotel,
You must all know about Bourgain, so I don't have to write his name on the board-for an obvious reason.
Good morning, Sassenach,
Squad. Guess whose weekend this was?
I will be gutted if Roy does go because I would far rather he stayed at Old Trafford.
(on Roy Keane leaving Manchester United)
In wondrous ways do the gods make sport with men.
[Lat., Miris modis Di ludos faciunt hominibus.]
On Saturday morning, one of the two teams still unbeaten in the Premiership occupied a modest seventh place. It is an illustration of the relentless pace being set at the top of the league in which every stumble is a serious fall and draws usually constitute two dropped points.
Here is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gramme for a week-end, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon ...
Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.
Jorinda and Jorindel