Celtic (1 Viewer)

[madouva]

Anyone watch the game?
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That Henrik Larsson.
Making my day AGAIN.

 

[billygannon]

Saw that match. Don't think they'll hold out on the away match. They needed to win by two methinks....

 

[madouva]

the 'tic

I believe they will. I believe they've more resilience than Celta Vigo. I wouldn't play Balde though. The man is a horse's arse.
Truly.

It will be 1-1 in Spain.

They don't call me Paddy Power for nothing.

 

[billygannon]

Balde's not that bad. I mean, he can't really be anything but a defender, or a blocker, but the support is there at the back for when he fucks up.

1-1 ... hmmmm... maybe. I'm putting munny on Milan to win the Champion's League though...

 

[madouva]

Balde

Bingo, Billy.

All it is, is this:

Since his first game for the 'Tic (against St. Johnstone I think - we won about 3 or 4-1), I've noticed that he:
1. can be a bit...er...dim (ref last night, almost gave them the equaliser with bad control)
2. tends to use his hands/arms when running aganist an attacker (=frees or penalties)
3. ALWAYS plays the ball way to far ahead of himself.

On the other hand, he:
1. is a fucking powerhouse
2. scores the odd goal
3. strikes fear into the oppostion.

Go on Bobo, you can stay I suppose...

 

[billygannon]

Imagine his career guidance counselling class.

"Hello Bobo"

Mr. Balde dressed in a clown's outfit, with a big smile painted on his face. He is distraught

"I'm not happy miss"

"Why not Bobo?"

"I don't want to be a clown..... I want to pursue a career in investment banking"

"He he.... [giggles for a few moments]... I know you said that you wanted to "pursue a career in investment banking", but you're name is Bobo"

"I look ridiculous"

"I think you look charming"

"Then why am I on a stage with all these people looking at me?"

silence

"These people paid in... didn't they!"

 

[madouva]

billy

Ye wha?

Imagine his teacher calling the roll...if he was Irish...a typical day:

"Mary Adams"

"anseo"

"Johnny Baker"

"anseo"

"Dianbobo Balde"

(the whole class breaks apart at the seams, trying to stifle their giggles, for the twentieth time that month).

"mumble, mumble...cunts"