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Morning all
Here's your weekend thread.
Dear Mr Levy.......La avaricia rompe el saco.
Today's word of the day is: Rapture
The Weekend ITK Discussion Thread 27/28 July 2013
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Levy's broken your sack?
No wonder you've been grumpy lately...
No wonder you've been grumpy lately...
Gbspurs
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I'm really impressed that I have managed to avoid getting too swept up in the Soldado hype. After David Villa I have added extra salt to everything, even only watched my first Soldado YouTube vid the other day. I will only believe if he signs.
mattyspurs
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- Jan 31, 2005
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...and even then ill have to keep checking to make sure it's not Nobby Solano!!
I was actually against signing Soldado at 25 million pounds, but then seeing ITK that Adebayor may have an offer elsewhere makes me think it would not be a bad deal. in effect we would pay 15 million pounds or less when taking into account we would easily get 10-12 million for Ade.
EJWTartanSpur
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The spectre of Liverpool is annoying me. Hopefully this is all done bar the announcing and we can be relaxed
ecce_tottenham
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Meant to agree - sorry
sam1972
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The bit were he thinks that talking to other clubs is a bargaining tool?
absolute bobbins
Am Yisrael Chai
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Jeez are we going to sign Soldado before the Rapture?
Roger Morgan ITK was interesting but I didn't see anything that wasn't pretty obvious regard Bale and Soldado seemed to reflect some of the other ITK.
What is Morgans hit rate like? We don't seem to see too many morsels from him/her
Roger Morgan ITK was interesting but I didn't see anything that wasn't pretty obvious regard Bale and Soldado seemed to reflect some of the other ITK.
What is Morgans hit rate like? We don't seem to see too many morsels from him/her
dirtyh
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you've got to think that at least by the end of the day we'll finally know one way or the other. grey fox certainly thinks its done so everything crossed for one more day can't hurt.
looking forward to some rapture later on...........maybe.
looking forward to some rapture later on...........maybe.
greaves4FR
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much as I always find it heartening to see other people worse off than myself, I felt for A&C yesterday, and since his profound nonsense has been known to cheer me up, I will try to reciprocate with a story of my own. It's called "Daniel The Blameless and the magic pen":
Once upon a time, in the troubled land of Tottenham, where trophy famine and goal drought had long blighted the lives of the faithful, there was a poverty-stricken village,rarely free of rumblings of discontent and often riven with factional infighting, on the borders of which the signs stated "Welcome to SC, twinned with Aegina, wherever the fuck that is".
Here there lived a dirty old little boy whom the other yokels all suspected was a little dim, and only there because he thought the sign said "Vagina". In the usual way of dirty old little boys who can't find anything better to do, he spent all his time hanging around an unlikely-looking bald dwarf, who was rumoured to have achieved great deeds, but filled many with a complete lack of confidence and was notorious for the tightness of his sphincters. The dwarf beguiled him with tales of mythical beings called strikers with fantastical foreign names, many of whom he had once supposedly had dealings with. He liked to be called Hotspur, but nobody actually knew his real name and although many doubted his veracity, the dirty old little boy listened eagerly and waited and waited, never giving up hope that one of those mythical creatures might one day visit them and save the day.
At this point the child welfare officers thought about intervening, but couldn't decide whether the dwarf was actually grooming him or just a prick-tease, so they thought "fuck it, he'll probably just teach him something useful like how to play the blues, or how to grift, or how one shouldn't live one's life vicariously through a troupe of overfed, loose-moralled travelling players who only pass through seasonally, leaving the local women up the duff and robbing the middle-aged men of their anal virginity by whispering sweet nothings like: "we're not afraid of anyone, we can go all the way this year, come with me and I'll take you to the champions league".
Anyway to cut a long story short, one day, to the surprise and delight of all, the dwarf found a magic gold-encrusted pen, on which were carved the words "Just get it done - JL", and after first inserting it into the appropriate sphincter to work it loose and then spending a few days haggling over the price of some quink he finally wrote his name into history. The dirty old little boy rubbed his eyes, and with tears on his cheeks and on his stomach and on his thighs (which some rude yokels claimed were another bodily fluid altogether, but historians tend to prettify such details), he read the legendary name: ...
Ralph Coates. (But then reading was never his strong point)
sweet dreams to those who seem to have had a long dark night of the soul and need to crash - try sleeping through until Tuesday morning to be on the safe side. Then when the new era finally dawns, maybe this would be an appropriate word for that day:
Comb-over
P. S. If there's not a happy ending next week I'm going into voluntary exile and a pox on the ruling dynasty.
Once upon a time, in the troubled land of Tottenham, where trophy famine and goal drought had long blighted the lives of the faithful, there was a poverty-stricken village,rarely free of rumblings of discontent and often riven with factional infighting, on the borders of which the signs stated "Welcome to SC, twinned with Aegina, wherever the fuck that is".
Here there lived a dirty old little boy whom the other yokels all suspected was a little dim, and only there because he thought the sign said "Vagina". In the usual way of dirty old little boys who can't find anything better to do, he spent all his time hanging around an unlikely-looking bald dwarf, who was rumoured to have achieved great deeds, but filled many with a complete lack of confidence and was notorious for the tightness of his sphincters. The dwarf beguiled him with tales of mythical beings called strikers with fantastical foreign names, many of whom he had once supposedly had dealings with. He liked to be called Hotspur, but nobody actually knew his real name and although many doubted his veracity, the dirty old little boy listened eagerly and waited and waited, never giving up hope that one of those mythical creatures might one day visit them and save the day.
At this point the child welfare officers thought about intervening, but couldn't decide whether the dwarf was actually grooming him or just a prick-tease, so they thought "fuck it, he'll probably just teach him something useful like how to play the blues, or how to grift, or how one shouldn't live one's life vicariously through a troupe of overfed, loose-moralled travelling players who only pass through seasonally, leaving the local women up the duff and robbing the middle-aged men of their anal virginity by whispering sweet nothings like: "we're not afraid of anyone, we can go all the way this year, come with me and I'll take you to the champions league".
Anyway to cut a long story short, one day, to the surprise and delight of all, the dwarf found a magic gold-encrusted pen, on which were carved the words "Just get it done - JL", and after first inserting it into the appropriate sphincter to work it loose and then spending a few days haggling over the price of some quink he finally wrote his name into history. The dirty old little boy rubbed his eyes, and with tears on his cheeks and on his stomach and on his thighs (which some rude yokels claimed were another bodily fluid altogether, but historians tend to prettify such details), he read the legendary name: ...
Ralph Coates. (But then reading was never his strong point)
sweet dreams to those who seem to have had a long dark night of the soul and need to crash - try sleeping through until Tuesday morning to be on the safe side. Then when the new era finally dawns, maybe this would be an appropriate word for that day:
Comb-over
P. S. If there's not a happy ending next week I'm going into voluntary exile and a pox on the ruling dynasty.
Lilbaz
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Done it for you.
Anyway as i and a&cs sphincter predicted i think today will be the day either way.
It will be rapture for someone. Or not (a&cs arse is a known wum).
andyp8080
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- Jan 30, 2011
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that is his opinion. The fact that he is even might talk to any club is a huge concern surely?
super_spurs
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Was going to ask a daft question, but luckily I figured out what BW meant, and avoided myself the embarrassment! For a second I thought it was a cryptic lol!
sam1972
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Do you really think that the clubs haven't already spoke to his agent. He'll know exactly what they are offering.
Or do you believe that all business done by these clubs are above board because history states otherwise.
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