http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2009 ... idal-woman

I usually feel well disposed towards ex-Pools players but the man who copied MacPhail's bronzy is pushing me to the limit.

... so the bronzed Shields adonis is now a philosopher .... and here's me thinking he was just a tall Sammy Lee.

I liked the way she just "tootled off" once Phil had saved her. From bordering on suicidal to feeling fine in a few minutes thanks to the silver tongued tactician. It works the other way round when I listen to him.

that man is loathe to mention the portion of his life spent in Hartlepool growing up, or as a player at the club that gave him his start in the football profession. He deliberately leaves it out as some kind of embarrassment.
F-uck him.

You fail to mention you where born in Darlo Parmo.

ha!ha! Cameron's Hospital was in Darlo?

he was leaving the Vic one night match last season ( I think) as he walked past I said 'Are you Off then Phil?)
"Aye, back to a BIG club" he said
No need for that really I thought, coz your shite

I will laugh like f-uck when he's applying for the job as manager of Ebbsfleet in a couple of years time, the sh-itcu-nt-no-mark-fu-ckfaced w-ank-er-cu-nt

Can't agree with you there Mr Parmo, I really don't like the bloke.

my description summed him up better

Perfectly.

When poor Phill gets the sack, which seems very soon, will he be able to take his little two way Phone and little Antenna with him. He'll be lost in his next job with out it.

If he gets out soon at Hull he can apply for another vacancy at a BIG club. Well one with a big stadium anyway.

the BRONZE adonis


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she didn't like the ribe cage / the coat-hanger HIPS

the razor-sharp shoulder blades / always give her JIP

she's reading Edward de Bono under the PALMS

he sprays odorono under his ARMS

I was to say the least ALARMED

when the BRONZE ADONIS got her...


I lay beneath the parasol / watched him with the CHICKS

horsing around with his aerosol / they whispered about his odd TRICK

"SEND NO CASH... FEAR NO MAN / YOU CAN BE A LOVE LEVIATHAN"

she's a FAN of the MAN with a TAN from a CAN

the BRONZE ADONIS got her


mr and mrs universe / the folks who live in the GYM

each night she sleeps in a room marked HER / he sleeps in a room marked HIM

muscle bound for stardom / the apollo of your EYE

can't seem to get a hard on / oh christ I wonder WHY

the BRONZE ADONIS got her


they honeymoon on muscle beach to cries of "Beat it Mac"

he plucks some puny pansy's peach / how do you like that

the BONZE ADONIS got her


there stands the body gorgeous / men worship girls ADMIRE

he bravely bears the scourges and the squelch of squashed DESIRE

what a physical jerk / no time for SEX

where's me bleedin' bullworker, baby oil and leopard KECKS

oh yeah / the BRONZE ADONIS got her


hubba hubba yum yum wow / what a hunk of BEEF

who made you the sacred cow / who hangs around his BRIEFS

in the corner sauna / with his MATES

wanking away unwanted weight

that's his idea of a heavy DATE

the BRONZE ADONIS got her

the 'jumoer' will have been a plant by phil 'phil brown' brown

the mad wan ker

I once ran across the Humber Bridge at 1 in the morning, as part of a relay run from Grimsby to Hartlepool (don't ask!). I persuaded 2 potential jumpers not to do it, and join in with our run instead. Part of those two sentences are factually incorrect.