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Dear tf,
 Doh!
Freddie is a tw*t! I write a piece full of doom and gloom then he
goes out and buys Damien Duff! Worse still it's published on the tf
Website (everybody’s talkin’ – 24/Jul/06)! My sincere apologies Mr
Chairman!
Nigel Pearson, The Jarra Heretic
Dear tf,
Spotted this in The Guardian on Wednesday:
Five - who are desperate to expand their football portfolio - like
to lay it on thick but Sky Sports News, those 24-hour merchants of
hype, bluster and "breaking news" are far worse.
On Monday, when Sunderland travelled to Shelbourne for an innocuous
pre-season match, Sky's interviewer tried his best. "This is a huge
day for the club, isn't it?" he suggested to Shelbourne's manager,
only to be told that no, it was not, because his team had more
important European matches ahead.
It’s not just us that take the piss out the knackas then,
Glenn.
Dear tf
 Can
I just take this opportunity to laugh my bollocks off at Sunderland
and thank Niall Quinn for giving me the best laugh I have had in
ages with his managerial appointment of ...himself. God I wish we
had that many top class managers and 35 yr old defenders queuing up
to come to SJP.
Cheers
Andy L, Durham
Dear tf,
Alreet? Someone playing silly buggers forwarded me this. You
couldn’t make it up.
http://www.safc.com/news/?page_id=10018
James Atkinson
Dear tf,
What’s this? NUFC behaving in a semi-professional manner regarding
new signings? This just won't do. I want SKY telly outside the Fat
Controllers house every day of the week, him being interviewed
whilst on the netty by Jim White (passing him the bog roll as he
needs it) and following him day and night. I want thousands of
charvers stood outside St James' eating Greggs/Bakers Oven (my
choice) pasties in their best knocked off Kappa/Henry
Lloyd/Timberland kit, waving their giro's/shoes in the air and
screaming "TOON ARMY" for the cameras. I want the stupidest looking
fucker (who said me?) on SKY telly giving his best interview in
his/her best Geordie accent regarding possible/definite new signings
("aye, class act, he'll be geet good man, top of the league, wah
ganna be champyuns this year man) or I want Anal Oliver hung by his
knackers outside
Thompson House (or Camp David so he can be used by our gay brethren
for bum fun on a Friday evening when their luck is out for some
frolicking in the bogs) for writing unmitigated shite every day of
the week.
Finally, I want a t-shirt. For nowt! I shall return in good time, to
strike at the heart of whoever takes my fancy, sometime soon.
"Charmin" Darren
PS. Fuckin Ponces!
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