KB

😂 only a matter of time, must be a nice payout though!

Incident in Bolton yesterday where a man walks into a shop and stabs the person sat down. The person who gets stabbed reacts quickly in self defence. In the end the attacker just sits down like nothing has happened.

Cunha!

Nintendo 64

Go away man

weed is definitely wreaking havoc on people’s mental health.

Mazraoui made me want to see Dalot play football. Sell him immediately

Football is finished! How is that a sending off?!

Kmt

I appreciate every single one of my friends, in a time where I needed my people, my people have had me! Thank God for great friends man!

This Salah fall off is horrendous!

Why do Londoners think Sadiq is Batman?

@D_Swirls The way I would faint! Wireless might have to see us

The weirdest argument I see against Carrick is that Ole “failed”. What do you mean by failed? Because except Pep and a handful of managers, everyone eventually gets sacked. Is that what failure is? Ole got to 3rd and 2nd in the PL, reached multiple cup semi finals, and was one penalty away from winning the Europa league with a squad that wasn’t balanced and for sure wasn’t good enough. Time has taught us enough to know that Ole was overachieving with that squad. Forget all that, Ole was achieving all that with Ed Woodward as our DoF. I don’t see many managers being more successful with Woodward as their boss. There is a reason managers like Klopp and Pep didn’t accept the United manager role when Woodward would have been their boss. Most would agree that Berrada/Wilcox are better than Woodward. If Carrick is as good as Ole, we would be competing for the title soon.

UCL on itv man 🥹

RIP to the lady. We also need to have a serious conversation about weed induced psychosis. Incidents like this can be prevented if we identify people losing their minds and getting the right help before something tragic happens. Very sad situation

UK fell apart when Choice FM went off the air

Ayyyy Arsenal are still likkle boys!

🚨🗣️ Lauren James talking about how her brother, Reece James bought her a car. “I remember the day like it were yesterday. Proper grey London sky, bit of drizzle in the air — the kind that gets in your hair but doesn’t quite count as rain. I was skint. Proper skint. Checking my bank app every five minutes like somehow money might magically appear. It didn’t. 😅 Reece knew, of course. My brother’s always had this annoying way of knowing when something’s up with me even before I say a word. One afternoon he says, “Come outside for a minute, Lau.” Now with Reece, that could mean anything. Could be a kickabout in the garden, could be him asking me to help him carry something. So I walk outside, hands in my hoodie pockets, thinking nothing of it. And there it was. A little car sitting on the drive. Nothing mad flashy, nothing like the cars he drives — just a nice, clean little motor. My first car. I looked at it, then looked at him. “Whose is that?” I asked. He just grinned that cheeky grin of his. “Yours.” I swear I just stood there blinking like an idiot. My brain couldn’t quite catch up with what he’d said. “Don’t be stupid,” I told him. “Stop winding me up.” But he tossed me the keys. And when they landed in my hand, that’s when it hit me. My chest went tight and my eyes started watering. “Reece… I can’t take this.” “Course you can,” he said, all casual, leaning against the wall like he hadn’t just changed my whole year. “You needed a car.” That’s my brother though. He doesn’t make a big speech about it. Doesn’t act like he’s doing something heroic. He just helps. I hugged him so tight he started laughing. “Oi, careful,” he said. “I’ve got training tomorrow.” That car meant everything to me. Not because it was fancy — because it wasn’t. It meant freedom. It meant I could get to work without stressing about trains or buses. It meant someone believed in me when I felt like I was barely holding things together. Years later, when he’d done even better for himself, he tried again. We were sitting there chatting and he goes, completely serious: “I’ll get you a new one. A proper one. 2025 Porsche.” I nearly choked on my tea. 😂 “Absolutely not.” He looked genuinely confused. “What do you mean no?” “Because,” I said, “I want to buy my next car myself.” He kept insisting. “Lauren, it’s nothing.” But that was exactly the point. “It’s not nothing,” I told him. “The first car you gave me when I had nothing. I’ll never forget that. But the second one… that one’s mine.” I want to work for it. Save for it. Know that when I sit in that driver’s seat, I earned every bit of it. Reece just stared at me for a second, then smiled. “Fair enough,” he said. “But when you get it, I’m driving it first.” “Not a chance,” I told him. And we both laughed. Because that’s the thing about my brother. He could buy me the world if he wanted. But what he really gave me that day wasn’t a car. It was a start.”🚗💙 [Via @TheSunFootball]

If this is genuinely how referees view the game and make decisions then we need to pack it all up and go home