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Post by saddletramp on Aug 13, 2017 7:29:38 GMT
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Post by holdsteady on Aug 13, 2017 7:41:41 GMT
With the sell on fees for Walker and Maguire they shouldn't really need the Saudi bloke, that's just shy of six million quid for two players who haven't played for them for years.
Maybe Wilder spent all the money on buying up all the pasta in Yorkshire?
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Post by oxfordmitch on Aug 13, 2017 8:38:49 GMT
Depends on how much you trust your source. I would suspect that if true, DE would be working out some way of making this situation work for him. Never heard anything like this before. Not even sure what the ramifications of that would be if they can't pay for a product they are already using? Will Lundstram get removed from them in a 'can't pay, we will take it away' style episode.
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Post by didcotox on Aug 13, 2017 8:41:00 GMT
Bouncing cheques? Surely money is paid by bank transfers in this day and age.
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Post by Paul Cannell on Aug 13, 2017 8:53:00 GMT
One of the joys of the First Proper Home Match is meeting old friends after a few months' absence. Thus it was that, along with the agent and a few good old boys, I was sipping a post=prandial Monbazillac on the Nelthorpe veranda; overlooking the Church of the Holy Family, and engaging with them in word-play.
Having ruminated over the matters of moment and generally concluded that Debord hit the nail pretty much true - paraphrased as 'the bastards even f*ck with the words in which we would critique them so an insult can be transformed into a tribute' - through the delicious kid faggots main, peach melba (with subversive pomegranate froth) we entered the apres-dessert demi-monde embarked upon one of those games of dinner-party roulette to which like minds gravitate in times of bonhomie.
Having done the ridiculous couplings (cf Fiona Pitt-Kethley and Julian Barnes etc) too tiresome to repeat we began to discuss people we would not like to suffer at a dinner party. Almost instantly, of course, my agent deftly inserted the phrase 'Chris Wilder' into the conversation.
Bright of eye Eric (for it is his rapier wit we celebrate here) assumed a quizzical air and said 'Oh, you might.' I laid my Hoyo down in one of the art-deco ashtrays that Glen's been favouring of late and muttered 'Pasta!'; like a man slapping a metaphorical thigh he said 'Six people, 5 portions.'
Doer oh dear, the old ones are the best.
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Post by Colin B on Aug 13, 2017 9:38:09 GMT
One of the joys of the First Proper Home Match is meeting old friends after a few months' absence. Thus it was that, along with the agent and a few good old boys, I was sipping a post=prandial Monbazillac on the Nelthorpe veranda; overlooking the Church of the Holy Family, and engaging with them in word-play. Having ruminated over the matters of moment and generally concluded that Debord hit the nail pretty much true - paraphrased as 'the bastards even f*ck with the words in which we would critique them so an insult can be transformed into a tribute' - through the delicious kid faggots main, peach melba (with subversive pomegranate froth) we entered the apres-dessert demi-monde embarked upon one of those games of dinner-party roulette to which like minds gravitate in times of bonhomie. Having done the ridiculous couplings (cf Fiona Pitt-Kethley and Julian Barnes etc) too tiresome to repeat we began to discuss people we would not like to suffer at a dinner party. Almost instantly, of course, my agent deftly inserted the phrase 'Chris Wilder' into the conversation. Bright of eye Eric (for it is his rapier wit we celebrate here) assumed a quizzical air and said 'Oh, you might.' I laid my Hoyo down in one of the art-deco ashtrays that Glen's been favouring of late and muttered 'Pasta!'; like a man slapping a metaphorical thigh he said 'Six people, 5 portions.' Doer oh dear, the old ones are the best. And so it was Paul, so it was. Although I think I also added the subtle caveat that I think Wilder is a c*nt..........
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Post by headingtonutd on Aug 13, 2017 9:41:51 GMT
One of the joys of the First Proper Home Match is meeting old friends after a few months' absence. Thus it was that, along with the agent and a few good old boys, I was sipping a post=prandial Monbazillac on the Nelthorpe veranda; overlooking the Church of the Holy Family, and engaging with them in word-play. Having ruminated over the matters of moment and generally concluded that Debord hit the nail pretty much true - paraphrased as 'the bastards even f*ck with the words in which we would critique them so an insult can be transformed into a tribute' - through the delicious kid faggots main, peach melba (with subversive pomegranate froth) we entered the apres-dessert demi-monde embarked upon one of those games of dinner-party roulette to which like minds gravitate in times of bonhomie. Having done the ridiculous couplings (cf Fiona Pitt-Kethley and Julian Barnes etc) too tiresome to repeat we began to discuss people we would not like to suffer at a dinner party. Almost instantly, of course, my agent deftly inserted the phrase 'Chris Wilder' into the conversation. Bright of eye Eric (for it is his rapier wit we celebrate here) assumed a quizzical air and said 'Oh, you might.' I laid my Hoyo down in one of the art-deco ashtrays that Glen's been favouring of late and muttered 'Pasta!'; like a man slapping a metaphorical thigh he said 'Six people, 5 portions.' Doer oh dear, the old ones are the best. And so it was Paul, so it was. Although I think I also added the subtle caveat that I think Wilder is a c*nt.......... Eloquent, articulate and concise.
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Post by Paul Cannell on Aug 13, 2017 10:24:16 GMT
One of the joys of the First Proper Home Match is meeting old friends after a few months' absence. Thus it was that, along with the agent and a few good old boys, I was sipping a post=prandial Monbazillac on the Nelthorpe veranda; overlooking the Church of the Holy Family, and engaging with them in word-play. Having ruminated over the matters of moment and generally concluded that Debord hit the nail pretty much true - paraphrased as 'the bastards even f*ck with the words in which we would critique them so an insult can be transformed into a tribute' - through the delicious kid faggots main, peach melba (with subversive pomegranate froth) we entered the apres-dessert demi-monde embarked upon one of those games of dinner-party roulette to which like minds gravitate in times of bonhomie. Having done the ridiculous couplings (cf Fiona Pitt-Kethley and Julian Barnes etc) too tiresome to repeat we began to discuss people we would not like to suffer at a dinner party. Almost instantly, of course, my agent deftly inserted the phrase 'Chris Wilder' into the conversation. Bright of eye Eric (for it is his rapier wit we celebrate here) assumed a quizzical air and said 'Oh, you might.' I laid my Hoyo down in one of the art-deco ashtrays that Glen's been favouring of late and muttered 'Pasta!'; like a man slapping a metaphorical thigh he said 'Six people, 5 portions.' Doer oh dear, the old ones are the best. And so it was Paul, so it was. Although I think I also added the subtle caveat that I think Wilder is a c*nt.......... Had it been evening we'd have slammed our snifters on the table and chorused it. Loud. Oh yes.
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Post by Gary Baldi on Aug 13, 2017 12:28:26 GMT
Chippy wasn't a happy bunny after their game yesterday. I did smirk a little seeing him that angry
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Post by eighteen93 on Aug 13, 2017 12:40:26 GMT
What Chrissy failed to notice was Jack O'Connell blantantly diving to " win " the free kick from which the Blades had the " goal " chalked off.
Wilder can be a nasty sod at times.
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Post by osleroad on Aug 13, 2017 17:05:44 GMT
Lunny and Wright bench warming too
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Post by MJB on Aug 13, 2017 17:34:23 GMT
Is Baldock injured presumably?
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Post by yellowoptimist on Aug 13, 2017 17:51:16 GMT
Is Baldock injured presumably? Just resumed training apparently
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Post by bazzer9461 on Aug 13, 2017 20:38:04 GMT
Chippy can go and f*ck himself the miserable c*nt
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Post by rickyotto on Aug 14, 2017 1:55:57 GMT
I don't really care much about him but I thought I'd watch that video. He's getting gnarlier in his old age. Good manager no doubt but god I'd hate to be related to him
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Post by winchesterox on Aug 14, 2017 3:27:24 GMT
If I'm right it's their first defeat since January (Fleetwood) so the fans and manager will find it difficult. 😊
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Post by deadmanwalking on Aug 14, 2017 6:43:41 GMT
Depends on how much you trust your source. I would suspect that if true, DE would be working out some way of making this situation work for him. Never heard anything like this before. Not even sure what the ramifications of that would be if they can't pay for a product they are already using? Will Lundstram get removed from them in a 'can't pay, we will take it away' style episode. Not heard anything like this before? Happened here when we signed Windass from Aberdeen in 1998. We only paid them when he was sold to Bradford. Clubs over-stretching themselves and not being able to pay what they agreed is an all too common theme in football.
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Post by highlander on Aug 14, 2017 11:20:54 GMT
I don't really care much about him but I thought I'd watch that video. He's getting gnarlier in his old age. Good manager no doubt but god I'd hate to be related to him It makes his success seem all the more surprising to me as he is one of the most socially awkward people I've ever had the misfortune to meet. He had that demeanour that everyone else is just shit on his shoe......
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Post by highlander on Aug 14, 2017 11:22:43 GMT
Is Baldock injured presumably? Just resumed training apparently Send him to us for a couple of years to get fit.........
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Post by Common Villager on Aug 14, 2017 13:02:47 GMT
What Chrissy failed to notice was Jack O'Connell blantantly diving to " win " the free kick from which the Blades had the " goal " chalked off. Wilder can be a nasty sod at times. I really don't miss those interviews.
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Post by helsinkiyellow on Aug 14, 2017 15:20:12 GMT
I don't really care much about him but I thought I'd watch that video. He's getting gnarlier in his old age. Good manager no doubt but god I'd hate to be related to him It makes his success seem all the more surprising to me as he is one of the most socially awkward people I've ever had the misfortune to meet. He had that demeanour that everyone else is just shit on his shoe...... Standard dour Yorkshireman.
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Post by harryhalitosis on Aug 14, 2017 22:23:20 GMT
Chippy wasn't a happy bunny after their game yesterday. I did smirk a little seeing him that angry I'm not surprised he's a bit unhappy. Said in yesterday's 'Sun on Sunday' that Chris Wilder has been sent to prison for a couple of years. Read it if you don't believe me. HH
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Post by Denissmithswig on Aug 14, 2017 22:44:02 GMT
I actually think Wilder could get the push this season as he is already rolling out the budget excuses of other teams.
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