Liverpool are funny. Not funny like a clown because clowns are winners.
Research shows that Swansea are not from Belgium. Further research shows that they are something of a “bogey team” for Vangle. Further further research would tell me what “bogey team” means but they don’t call me No-More-Than-Two-Bits-Of-Research Benno because of my limp. It’s because I won’t do more than two bits of research. So, in my opinion, Vangle must see Swansea as a team of salty and delicious chewy wet lumps. I’ve forgotten what my point was.
Vangle to give me an easy joke by playing his 7 as a 1, 5 as a 6, 11 as a floating 15, his 10 as a masculine 8, the 2 and 4 as a skydiving 12 and 13 but with full ground support from the 9 who is still a 9 because I’ve lost track of what numbers I’ve used and there’s no way of finding out. PHILOSOPHY. 0-0 United.
I have no idea who Swansea is. And don’t tell me they beat us twice last year because that was a dream. Like Dallas. Now *that* was a show we could all enjoy.
Prediction: Due to the very nature of football, predicting the result accurately is remarkably difficult. Means at best all those pundits who do it are clowns and congratulate their guesswork (when correct) as insight and knowledge. What a bunch of clowns. 2-2 United, Falcao hat-trick (this works because he scored one yesterday)
Why are those clowns overusing the word clown? Clowns. I ate a clown once: It tasted like human flesh and cheap make up. And I got lots of handkerchiefs caught in my teeth.
If Jonjo Shelving can get the time off from Ikea, and Batteredfemdon Goodmess can carry on batting above his Championship weight, then Vangle’s boys might not win by lots, just by some.
Imagine if you could literally win by lots and didn’t have to bother with all the play and drama and goals and carry on. Heaven.
Prediction: Danny with his Colonel Custer impression. Caperroo to continue his rich vein of BAHAHAHA. 0-0.