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Apparently this was posted on the Sheffield United website this weekend, by a fan.(Taken from the Ryman forum)

 

"I'm feeling all angry about these modern day footballers and I know why they have gone all soft. It's because of poncy names. That's what it is.

Remember the old days when footy players kicked a [****!!****] ball made out of ten pounds of clay stitched inside a steel reinforced leather shell with laces made out of piano wire? Well, in them days, players could only survive the rigours of the game because they were called things like Albert, Arthur,Bert, Harry, Bill, Eddie, Bob, Jack and Tommy.

 

[****!!****] tough names for tough men them was. And what do we have now?

Gareth, Jason, Wayne, Dean, Ryan, Jamie, Robbie. [****!!****] tarts names they are. Great big [****!!****] poofs. No wonder; the balls like a [****!!****] balloon and shin pads are like slices of bread.

In the old days you never saw a Len Shackleton or Billy Wright

with a poofy little Sondico piece of paper down his little thin socks.

[****!!****] shin pads in them days was made out of library books and socks was like sackcloth. Same with jerseys. [****!!****] shirts with holes in 'em now so they can breathe. Yes and so Jamie's hairless chest can breathe and he doesn't get a chill. [****!!****] off.

Stanley Matthews used to dribble round Europe's finest wearing a [****!!****] tent and shorts cobbled together from the jacket of his demob suit. Aye he bloody did.

 

No wonder players fall over whenever an opponent comes near them. And they never used to show their arses at one another either. Can you imagine what might have happened if Don Revie had flashed his ring at Nat Lofthouse during a City-Bolton Wanderers game? He'd have got one of them size 13 hobnail [****!!****] up his chuff.

 

[****!!****] therapy for stress my [****!!****]! Stan Colleymore slaps his missus about and he takes three seasons off with stress counselling.

What is that all about? In the old days, it was expected for footballers to belt the old sow about a bit, especially after a bad defeat. And the old women used to expect it and so they should have, they was lucky to be married to footballers.

 

Ernie McShite of Port Vale got run over with a horse and cart one Friday night and still he turned out against Bradford the next day. And he scored two goals. That's cos he didn't have a poof name. Good old Ernie. It is said he broke his hip, both legs, murdered his wife and buried her under the patio and still made the England team for the home internationals. Did he have any stress counselling? Did he [****!!****]! And drugs?

There was none of that in the old days. Oh no. In them days it was a quick shot of morphine before the kick off and you was lucky if you got that. By half time it had all but wore off so they pumped you full of Laudanum. None of this cocaine sniffing and shooting up class A narcotics.

 

Goal celebrations? Don't talk to me about goal celebrations. Crawling on the floor and thrusting their hips at the crowd. Huh, I'd have liked to have seen Cliff Bastin do that after a run down the left flank and crossing for Alex James to fire home a winner.

Handshakes that was all you got.That and a [****!!****] in the showers afterwards.

But it was a proper [****!!****]....all man stuff. None of these poofy [****!!****]s between blokes that you get nowadays with players like Graeme Le Saux and Stephen Gerrard. Allegedly. It was just a harmless bit of spanking the plank among healthy young sportsmen.

 

Sixty grand a [****!!****] week! Ha! I wouldn't pay 'em tuppence. Two bob is what Tommy Lawton used to get....a month! And Tom Finney still worked as a plumber four days a week when he was playing for England. It¹s true you know.

 

Players had to work them days just to make up their money. Not like today.Stan Pearson had to clean sewers and doubled up as the Old Trafford shithouse cleaner. He had to go off during one game because a log jam had built up and blocked the "U" bend. And that Eddie Hapgood, he was a male model, though he never liked to talk about it. So I say we start calling kids real male names again. If you're having a kid don't even consider a poofy name like what people call their kids these days. Otherwise, what are we gonna get in twenty years time?

 

The England team full of players called Ronan, Keanu, Ashley and [****!!****] Chesney. [****!!****] that, call your kids Herbert, Len, Fred and Wilf and let¹s get the poofs out of the game once and for all!"

 

Its even better without the moderation

http://forums.footballwebpages.co.uk/forum.jsp?id=18&article=51546

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Disagree about football is better.

When you see the likes of that Portugese cheat Rolando stop during a game and turn to the referee to ask for a free kick you know something is wrong

 

Players before played to the whistle and did not swarm around the ref if he dares to dictate the game.

 

with cretins like Blatter in charge fiddling with the rules and taking money out of the game like he is a Local Council Leader is there hope for the game.

 

The sport is a contact sport and should be played by men who can take the rough and tumble and not cry off to their agents when the game does not suit them.

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Originally Posted By: Gumps
That would never be allowed on this forum with the moderators we've got. [****!!****] moderators, they're not what they used to be. In the good old days, they would let anything go!! hahahaha! wink


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That's like saying Coldplay is/are better than Glenn Miller.

 

Both pop groups, both of different eras.

 

They're not anyway

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I can remember(well i think i can) going up to head one of the old case balls. Next thing, being picked up out of the ankle deep mud and having smelling salts pushed under my nose. Yes i had the lace marks on my forehead for days.

Aaaaah. The good old days.

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