Fuzzy Dunlop

To be fair, if his name was Sam Allardycé and not Sam Allardyce, he'd be managing Barcelona or Real Madrid...according to him, anyway. Remember when Mourinho got the job and pretty much every single United fan (of which I am one), be it man, woman, child or alien, predicted it would go exactly the way it's heading now? He is poisonous. There's all this talk about Pogba because he changes his hair and does Instagram posts but there's also no question that the right manager would get the best out of him. And it's an entertainment business; United fans are looking at City or Liverpool and seeing what they're doing and then they're served up that utter shite at United? Yeah...nope.

The best thing about only recently watching the first series of Get Shorty is I didn't have to wait long for the second series. God damn I love the everliving shit out of this show. Chris O'Dowd remains my man crush, I love him almost as much as Amara loves (well...loved, I guess?) her little Ricky. It's up there with Barry, Killing Eve and the second series of Atlanta as the best show I've watched this year.

Oh, Jesus, fuck yes, I legit laughed for about 4 days straight at that line. ♪South of the border, down Mexico way. South of the border, where the tuna fish play♪

Yeah, from what I can remember, it would have likely have been her testifying against Tony with the stolen airline tickets thing. I don't think she's in the 2nd series that much if I remember right but, good fuck, she dominates the first series.

So, yeah, I'm re-watching The Sopranos from the beginning again because why not, eh? I hadn't watched it in maybe 10 years but, man, after finishing the first series last night, 20 or so years since it first aired (and now we feel old as fuck), it holds up so fucking well. It's still one of the best first series I've ever seen; you forget just how many of the best lines and scenes are in those first 13 episodes. And, good God, it bears repeating...Nancy F'n Marchand. She is hysterical and deplorable and the best and the worst. Junior and Livia are one of TV's most underrated double acts in all their horrible, horrible, hilarious glory. She stirs the shit and manipulates Junior into putting a hit out on her own friggin' son without actually explicitly saying it and then immediately fakes a bout of dementia when the hit goes wrong. She threatened to stab her own children in their sleep when they were young. She is truly history's greatest mother.

Just because there has to be a pernickety forum guy in every thread...the guy in that tank top isn't actually Martin Kemp... I know this because, um, my mum told me. Yeah, that must be it.

Proceeds to be consistently super creepy about Taylor Swift... Yeah, Reputation ain't half the album 1989 is but Delicate and New Year's Day are legit fucking great. That being said, Dua Lipa's IDGAF is clearly the best pop song released all year.

I was a little too late for Hogan and Warrior so they were never really my bag, I didn't start watching until I was 7 in 1992 and, when I did, Sting was my guy. I mentioned it in the RIP Vader thread but, at that age, I honestly believed Big Van Vader was the most terrifying man on the planet and was going to literally murder Sting and I literally shit in my pants which was normal for me at that age but still. Anyway, shitting in my pants was enough to hook me in and 26 years later I'm still a fan but not as much as a fan as I used to be because life takes over and that. I don't watch anywhere near the amount of wrestling as I used to.

Wait a second, you mean when a newbie starts in my office and they're being introduced to everyone on their first day, I can't just whip out my todger and then try to shake their hand with my dick hand? So THAT's why I was sacked from my last job.

Alexis Sanchez might well have had the lowest pass completion I've ever seen a top level professional footballer have in last night's match. It was diabolical.

Imagine in your own place of work, an office say, dudes were randomly shitting on other dude's belongings. You came back to your desk after lunch and there was a turd on your mouse mat. That'd be swell, wouldn't it? Wrestlers are fucking weird, man. But we knew that already, I guess.

Castle Rock had my curiosity but then it had my attention. Shit, I don't know if it's good, bad or indifferent; all I know is the 1st episode drew me in and then Jane Levy showed up in it and, yes, I am that fickle. I'll keep watching. Partly, but not all, because of Jane Levy.

Meanwhile, at Man United... Fucking hell. Here's a list of 87 centre backs, go sign one of them and then...fucking hell. If Mourinho is still manager there at Christmas, colour me surprised. And, shit, there's still a couple more weeks for him to offload Martial even though Martial is my dude and fuck this whole football thing.

Holy shit, was literally just thinking about that. I think he might have been secretly recorded saying that shit too, right? Just backs up the Hulkster's view that you can be a despicable piece of shit but don't get caught being a despicable piece of shit, brother. I seem to remember about that too, Linda Hogan on a news show wailing like a banshee saying John Graziano's mother didn't know true pain like she knew true pain essentially because poor wittle Nicky Wicky was sentenced to 8 months and John Graziano was only very seriously injured with life changing brain damage.

And, of course, when the minions were dispatched to get more umbrellas, Putin's was still the biggest one.

Team of the Tournament? Courtois, Varane, Godin, Pogba, Kante, Hazard, Modric, Lukaku and Mbappe are in along with 2 others I'm undecided about, out of maybe Trippier, Maguire, Coutinho, Perisic, Vrsaljko et al. The BBC had Chadli's last second goal against Japan as Goal of the Tournament. I'd probably have slightly went for Messi's against Nigeria over Pavard's against Argentina. Messi's was a goal only a genius could score.

Well, that makes me sound like a sexist pig. I had no idea that was next year. Which makes me sound even more like a sexist pig. I'll stop now.

What. A Fuck. Ing. World. Cup. I'm actually a little bit depressed it's all over because it was a legit great World Cup. I have very vague memories of Italia 90 so I'm not including that but out of the seven World Cups I have seen, it's the greatest one. I'm very much in support of VAR but it can still very much come down to human error and the ref made a balls up on that decision so Croatia can feel hard done by there (and you have to feel bad for Modric having to trudge up there to collect his award. Not since, well, Messi in the last World Cup has a player looked so unhappy to win an award) but, overall, I think France are worthy winners. Them and Belgium were the two best teams in the tournament. Next year is one of those shitty odd number ending years when there isn't a Euros or a World Cup too.

Yes.

IT'S COMING HOME THOUGH! I MEAN, CROATIA IS A BYE INTO THE FINAL AND THEN IT'S COMING HOME! Nope.

Being realistic, did the English overestimate themselves and get overexcited again? I dunno, they needed a last minute goal to beat Tunisia, they beat the worst team I've ever seen in a World Cup in Panama, they lost to Belgium in a nothing match, they beat Colombia on penalties when Colombia's best player wasn't playing, they beat a bang average Sweden team and then all of a sudden they were in the semis. And then they lost. Obviously, you can't deny they got to the semis, I mean, it just happened, we all literally just watched them in the semis and obviously they can only beat whatever team's put in front of them but it was a piss easy route to the semis. Xenophobic little Englander Clive Tyldesley commentating at the final whistle like he was commentating on a funeral was hilarious.

But...but...but...I thought it's coming home, lads? I mean, everyone was convinced about it, they all kept banging on about it, you had a hashtag and everything and then... Better luck next tournament. Or the one after that. Or the one after that. Or the one after that.

You know, one of these years Belgium will win a tournament on grass and not just on paper.

Well, that was a shitty football free couple of days.

I watched the match in my bikini too.