I’d welcome shenanigans with Rachel from the Traitors.

In light of @stabiloffc.bsky.social hero picture wall, I’m starting my own. This will be the first one installed.

Grealish injury means we need to keep Armstrong now.

City losing 3-1 to Bodo Glimt. That’s 5 goals shipped in 4 days to two pub sides.

What is your name? Tony. What’s your name? Ezekiel.

My cousin lives in Brooklyn Park. Him and his kids are having to carry around their US passports to avoid being detained by ICE. My cousin owns a few businesses over there and employs dozens of US citizens. He doesn’t deserve this just like all the other Minnesotans. It’s worse than you think there.

A couple of weeks ago a few people were moaning about Grealish. We will notice the drop off in quality without him. Have people forgotten we had a less prolific Niclas Alexandersson on loan last season. Not to mention Jack Harrison.

Chippy tea tonight. Beef fried rice, chips and curry sauce from Anna Jungs in Wavo. Washed down with some Tyskie. Goalazzo.

I wish we’d get given soft pens like that.

I’m absolutely delighted to see these Moroccan players crying after the cheating in our game against them in the semi. Also their fans blowing whistles every time we got near their penalty area. Life comes at you pretty fast.

Sub Saharan Africa triumphant. How do you like them apples Morocco, you cheats.

Unbelievable save from the goalie

O’Brien is tremendous at centre half. Playing a proper right back at right back makes us look like a better side.

Up the Toffees.

The officials with eyes like a hawk to rule out our goal, yet eyes like Stevie Wonder every time Villa hold or block our players from a corner.

That Bogarde for Villa is holding onto Barry and not even looking at the corner being taken.

The onion bhajis from the farm shop at Tebay services are sensational. Get involved if you pass by there.

I’ve just driven past a car on the M62 near IKEA and it was on fire. As I drove past it on the opposite side of the motorway you could feel the heat off it. I just hope whoever was in the car got out.

The Bills beat us to lose at Denver. We would have beaten Denver again. A blown chance for the Jags. Houston will win the AFC now.

At this bar in Edinburgh there is a Caucasian man in his 60s wearing a Durag. The games gone, Clive.

Jazz Bar Edinburgh. Nice 👌🏾

My 21st Century Blues by Raye is a banger by a powerhouse singer. Hopefully she will have a new album out soon.

I’ve never been any more certain that those blerts who charge up and down the left hand side of the escalators on the tube, are massive knobheads.

£15 for two pints. Thieving rarseclarts.

Dat der London. I can confirm that everyone still rushes around because they are really bad at time management.

I’d rather get a reach around off Edward Scissorhands than watch the Tour de France.

I’m supposed to be going to a jazz club in Edinburgh on Saturday night.

I hope Senegal bladder Morocco.

I hate football.

Osimhen is so overrated. You’d have to be round the bend to spend big money on him.

This Ghanaian ref makes premier league refs look competent. That booking then was ridiculous.

Fingers crossed the Super Eagles can make the AFCON final a West African derby. I may need a few beverages for our semi to settle the nerves.

Callum Wilson. Jesus fucking Christ.

If he’s anything like the other Ukrainian jarg we’ve got at left back then we need to steer well clear.

Nigerian FA, please take note and start getting players in like this lad. Just like what Ivory Coast, Senegal and Cameroon do with French born players.

Up the Super Eagle Toffees. 🦅🇳🇬💙

That VR cricket guy on Instagram makes me want to buy one of those devices.

Encona’s Scotch bonnet pepper sauce is a sensational condiment.

My main memory from Saturday’s match was Patterson screaming ‘who wants the fucking ball’ when no one was showing for a pass.

31 years. Bill and Farhad. The two men who ran the show. If you are blaming anyone else than you are a fucking cuck.

You’re a fucking maniac if you thought these shitbags have the bottle to take pens.

Jibbed it off. Staying in to get rat arsed.

31 years without a trophy this will be. Big thanks to the two fuckwit chairmen we’ve had who couldn’t run a pub side.

Split the G. Before 10am. Christ.

Early start.

Hard lines, “hard yards”.

My cousin lives in Minneapolis with his family. This is what they sent me. They are all American citizens too. Only a few years ago George Floyd was killed there too. This is scary times.

One of my mates bought hospitality for all the lads as a Christmas present for the Sunderland game. We have to be at the ground before 10am. Then shenanigans planned in town afterwards. I may as well make peace with the doghouse as an all day ale session means that is where I’m heading.