Here we go, they're gradually finding this. Time to get all bent out of shape, throw some insults, cry a bit... the usual.
So fucking predictable.
To me, the Ballon d'Or winner has always meant that, currently, they're the best player in the world. If the best player in the world is Harry Kane, that's mental.
Yes, he scores a lot of goals (a shitload of them were penalties; 34 in the last 2.5 seasons) but I just can't have it that he's THE pinnacle of football. That he's THE ABSOLUTE BEST in the world.
To me, the Ballon d'Or winner has always meant that, currently, they're the best player in the world. If the best player in the world is Harry Kane, that's mental.
Yes, he scores a lot of goals (a shitload of them were penalties; 34 in the last 2.5 seasons) but I just can't have it that he's THE pinnacle of football. That he's THE ABSOLUTE BEST in the world.
TL;DR
I was served by a cunt in Tesco.
Tesco supermarket this afternoon. Got chatting to lovely cashier, im guessing in her 60s. Swiftly conversation moved to politics, the total incompetents running this destroyed bum hole of a country. Cupping her hand over her mouth and leaning towards me she said, " there is only one man capable of fixing this, Rupert Lowe." I fully concurred
"He's given us a future to look forward to," she said, after Trump praised her figure and called her on stage to speak.
Praised. Her. Figure.
No shame in that!
(I mean, it's a little concerning that the only other player we have on the entire page of scorers is Victor Munoz, but still)
This commentator really needs to stop saying "Albion" every time he mentions Brighton. It's just weird.