Paid Members PunkStep Posted September 21, 2018 Paid Members Share Posted September 21, 2018 He must've self-combusted when Pogba scored in the World Cup final, and then again after seeing him dab with the trophy. Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keith Houchen Posted September 21, 2018 Share Posted September 21, 2018 My favourite one is where he is eventually mentions Pogba and you see Craig Bellendamy smirk in an "I was waiting for that" way, then the host totally shuts it down and moves on.  Souey's face is a potent mix of anger and resignation. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members PunkStep Posted September 21, 2018 Paid Members Share Posted September 21, 2018 He has a similar amount of contempt for Granit Xhaka as well, so that doubles the chances of a Souey meltdown Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members IANdrewDiceClay Posted September 21, 2018 Paid Members Share Posted September 21, 2018 I've never seen Souness smile outside of nights out with Dale. Look how chuffed he is. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members SpiritOfTheForest Posted September 21, 2018 Paid Members Share Posted September 21, 2018 On the subject of great pundits, I'd like to nominate Graham Hunter. His pairing with Simon Hanley on La Liga games is a joy to listen to. Both chaps always seem to be having a genuinely great time and their commentary is so affable you can quite easily imagine going for a pint with them and Graham is super knowledgeable about Spanish football. I also second the love for the European Football Show, that was a superb watch every week. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Edgehead Posted September 21, 2018 Share Posted September 21, 2018 Ian Wright got better when his boys left english football. The golden generation era with was the worst version of Wrighty, as he clearly had major issues with Sven, because Shaun wasn't getting a sniff in the team. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Gus Mears Posted September 21, 2018 Paid Members Share Posted September 21, 2018 (edited) 2 hours ago, IANdrewDiceClay said: I've never seen Souness smile outside of nights out with Dale. Look how chuffed he is. I'd probably alter my avatar to that if I knew how to Photoshop Sam Allardyce or Paul Chuckle into it. Souness looks older than he does now in that. Edited September 21, 2018 by Gus Mears Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr_Danger Posted September 21, 2018 Share Posted September 21, 2018 Souey was, is and always will be an absolute cunt. A magnificent moustachioed cunt. He's no Roy Keane though. That bastard is a cryptic txt message away from being found hanging with the choked out bodies of Adrian Chiles and Martin O'Neill beneath him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members PunkStep Posted September 21, 2018 Paid Members Share Posted September 21, 2018 Yeah at least with Souey you can imagine there is something in life he enjoys. Not so much with Roy Keane, other than ending other footballers' careers. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuperBacon Posted September 21, 2018 Share Posted September 21, 2018 His book is hilarious in that it is the most po-faced autobiography I have ever read. The first book that is. But he was great with me when 9 year old Bacon met him, but then he was probably happy back then. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keith Houchen Posted September 21, 2018 Share Posted September 21, 2018 Roy Keane making Peter Crouch sell his car by glaring at him is great though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members PunkStep Posted September 21, 2018 Paid Members Share Posted September 21, 2018 Superb. Hadn't heard that one before, a quick search on YouTube pays dividends. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keith Houchen Posted September 21, 2018 Share Posted September 21, 2018 Here is the story, for those who don't know it.  I fucking love Roy Keane.  I’m 24 years old, I’ve just been signed by the reigning European champions, and it’s gone to my head. Specifically, I’ve bought myself an Aston Martin, and I’m driving round Hale Barns in Manchester with the windows down, sunglasses on, elbow resting on the sill, steering with two fingers, speed garage blasting out of the stereo. I don’t even like speed garage. I’m certainly not sure I like this car. A little voice deep down keeps telling me that an Aston Martin really isn’t me, but a louder voice is telling me that as an England international playing up front for Liverpool the old rules no longer apply. Big voice: Peter, you’ve never looked cooler. Little voice: Peter, you’re a monstrous bell-end. And so I’m cruising around, trying to convince myself I look like Steve McQueen or Daniel Craig, ignoring the old Peter telling me I’ve become everything I swore I wouldn’t, and I pull up at a set of traffic lights and there’s Roy Keane in his car right next to me. Ah, there’s a man who understands my vibe. Fantastic footballer, winner of multiple league titles and FA Cups and League Cups and the Champions League, captain and heartbeat of Manchester United through the most successful period in their history. I give him a nod. I give him a wink. I may even point my index finger at him and make a clicking sound at the same time. All of it saying, you and me, eh, Roy? Same game, same level. In it together. Rivals yet friends who just haven’t met before. Alright, Roy? He looks back at me. Even through my shades I cannot miss the disgust on his face. It’s like he’s looking at something which has just curled out of the backside of his dog Triggs. He shakes his head and stares back at the road ahead. I’m frozen in my pose, grin slipping off my face, and when the lights change and he drives off without a backward glance I’m left there with the handbrake on and an awful realisation: oh my God, I’ve become one of those twats. I sold the Aston Martin the next day. A £25,000 hit on it, and I considered myself lucky. All because of Roy Keane – Roy, as my absent conscience, Roy as a modern-day footballer’s spiritual guide. That moment at that set of traffic lights was the best thing that ever happened to me… Even in the brief period of ownership I didn’t want to drive it to Liverpool’s training ground, because it felt obscene gunning it through the struggling areas around Melwood, waving under the noses of all those Liverpool fans how much money I was making compared to them. Taking it to the shops I felt like a fool, because who goes to pick up some milk and a loaf of sliced bread in a sports car that can do 0–60mph quicker than you can swipe your loyalty card?   Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Arch Stanton Posted September 22, 2018 Paid Members Share Posted September 22, 2018 12 hours ago, PunkStep said: Yeah at least with Souey you can imagine there is something in life he enjoys. Not so much with Roy Keane, other than ending other footballers' careers. Wrong. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members PunkStep Posted September 22, 2018 Paid Members Share Posted September 22, 2018 What do you suppose happened to those dogs? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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