Mate sent me this; I found it bloody hilarious to be honest, trying to picture it actually happening;
"Now Iâm as optimistic as anyone when it comes to this twĂĄt of a football club, but after this afternoonâs latest capitulation itâs time to wake up and smell the coffee â weâre fĂșcked. Down. Goners. Non-league. To be honest I didnât know how it would affect me, itâs not like it hasnât been coming, but tonight I just feel absolutely deflated. Absolutely fĂșcking devastated.
I canât get away from these emotions, I just want the whole world to just fĂșck off and leave me alone. To help me come to terms with this whole mess, Iâve decided to compile a list of everyone and everything I want to fĂșck off most of all.
For starters, work can fĂșck off. If they think Iâm going to be there on Monday morning theyâve got another thing coming. No way am I going in to spend time dealing with cĂșnts that I can barely stand being with when Iâm in a good mood, let alone this crushing feeling of anger, frustration and outright metaphorical-kicked-in-the-bĂłllocks-ness.
Plastic Premier League fans can fĂșck off. I just spoke to my Manchester United supporting neighbour (who incidentally, has been to Old Trafford before â twice) about Townâs predicament. You know what he said? âI know how you feel; itâs like when we failed to win a trophy in â95â. NO IT FĂCKING WELL IS NOT!
He no longer has a face.
The girlfriend can definitely fĂșck off. Her best attempt at consolation â âI donât know why youâre bothered; you knew they were shĂt anywayâ. Yes love, but theyâre MY shĂt team. Theyâve been MINE for pretty much as long as Iâve been able to wipe my own ĂĄrse, and theyâll be MINE for as long as Iâm alive (or at least, until Iâm no longer able to wipe my own ĂĄrse). Truth is, watching my team win does things for me that no woman can. If push comes to shove and Iâm horny, I can always have a wĂĄnk.
Barrow can fĂșck off. Iâve been all over the country and beyond to watch my team, but frankly I just donât have the stomach to visit any town which makes Scunthorpe look like fĂșcking St. Tropez.
Dad, you can fĂșck off. This is your fault. Your idea. You introduced me to this shower of shĂt. âCome with me to Blundell Parkâ, you said, âCome and support the boysâ. What could I do? I was fĂșcking four, what choice did I have? Why not get me hooked on Heroin whilst you were at it? I could have gone with mum shopping for bras and knickers at British Home Stores, but no, you knew best.
Granted, Iâd have probably grown up a homosexual but surely even being simultaneously bĂșggered two guys named Seth and Quentin couldnât hurt like this.
Seeing as weâre on the subject of homosexuality, Gok Wan can fĂșck off. No particular reason, I just plain donât like the annoying, goggle-eyed cĂșnt.
The F.A. can fĂșck off. Not for supplying us, week-in, week- out, with inept referee after inept referee, but for imposing sensible financial rules on all clubs in League Two. How many clubs in this division have been into administration this season? Not one. How many points deducted? Not one. How the fĂșck else are we supposed to avoid relegation â footballing merit? We didnât have to last season, so why spoil the fun now?
The World Cup can fĂșck off â I donât care anymore.
My local pizza shop can fĂșck off. I ordered a 12â Pepperoni over an hour ago, and where the fĂșck is it? Are they trying to fĂșcking fly it to me or something?
Sky Sports can fĂșck off. Nothing personal, but thereâll be little need for me next season with no Town to be found anywhere. Ooh, Bolton versus Wolves, LIVE. I think Iâll pass...
The radio can fĂșck off. On my way home from the match, whilst driving down the M180, I caught three completely separate stations playing âDownâ by Jay Sean at the exact same fĂșcking time. The songâs the best part of a year old, how the fĂșck does that happen by coincidence!?
My nanâs old lucky Buddha that used to sit in her front room can fĂșck off. When I was a kid I held it in my hands and wished for Town to be in the Premier League. I meant the proper one you fat cĂșnt, not the one occupied by Histon, Eastbourne and for fĂșckâs sake, Ebbsfleet, wherever that is.
Tonight can fĂșck off. Iâve had enough of trying to cope with my emotions; the time has come for oblivion. I havenât kept any booze in the house since an occasion known only as âThat Nightâ by myself and the missus, but suffice to say that the toilet duck and luminous blue mouthwash are looking like stronger propositions by the minute.
Most of all though, the last 10 years can fĂșck off. In that time Iâve watched my team fall from the top of the Championship into non-league nothingness. Weâve gone from one great big fĂșck up to the next without even coming up for air, and today is just the big, fĂșck off cherry on top.
One thing Iâm sure of though is that we WILL be back. When it comes down to it, a football club is basically just a set of supporters, and frankly what Iâve learned in the last few years is that this one has some of the best. Weâve had to put up with some shĂt, havenât we boys, but in spite of all of that the future is still bright â itâs fĂșcking black and white.
Grimsby âtil I die..."
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