Jondaken

Don't tempt me

Delighted that the murdering piece of shit that is Peter Sutcliffe will never be released from jail. Utter and total scum.

yeah I agree but lets be honest it was never gonna happen, it is such a high profile case he was never gonna get released

If only he was imprisoned in Scotland :?

You know you're shit when you struggle to sign Burnley players.

You mean you know you're skint :winkold:

Eagles going to Rangers for about 3 million, not a bad move, Rangers first buy in over 2 years

My elder daughter read both Rowling and Pullman in her teens.

Her verdict: Rowling = OK-ish for kids, totally derivative, not recommended; Pullman = superb, thought-provoking stuff, very much recommended.

I haven't read either and don't intend to, but I trust her judgement.

Read both of them since I was 10, would say HP gets you more involved and attached to the characters although everything else about the Pullman series is better.

I'd prefer she did, but Aitken really isnt all that great a name so would understand if she didnt want to.

This thread is hillarious!

I HATE the term "over-rated".

If everyone thinks hes over rated, then hes not rated, therefore how can he be over rated?

He's not as good in an England shirt as he is a Man U shirt that's for sure. (Although he did score 9 in qualifying remember.)

Its not for me but my mate likes to visit them all when he goes on holiday to Riga, Amsterdam etc..

He was pissed off he couldnt find one in Gothenburg

What's with that? Is he ugly? Sex addict? I can understand doing it once, but doing it regularly...

Got Drunk. Asked for BJ. he said I had to wear a Johnny. I said ı'd pay extra for not having one. A very tiny Turkish man drew a knife on me. (not in ink)

Why were you asking a very tiny Turkish man for a blow job?!

Don't knock it till you've tried it.

There's an exception to every rule, this is one of those.

I found it funny wiggy

Im here all week

Who else would have you?

Not me anyway :winkold:

Best I've done was a lapdance when I was 17 :angel:

Short career, then?

Wasnt really that into it tbh.

Do you come on the bed sheets then?

:? You do know what a lapdance is dont you? It's actually quite self explanitory.

I doubt many women would even like to put that thing anywhere near their nether regions..its like your anticipating being raped..i dont know because im not a woman but i certainly dont plan for being raped everytime i go out on the streets..

maybe a couple of people will use them, and if it makes them feel safer then good for them, but i bet its a tiny %..i think its more practical to carry pepper spray or something, you feel safer for having it but its not a small procedure for admisitering it either.

Do you live in South Africa?

They are on sale in America now if anyone wants them btw, 2 dollars 8)

Best I've done was a lapdance when I was 17 :angel:

Short career, then?

Wasnt really that into tbh.

Best I've done was a lapdance when I was 17 :angel:

Audioslave - Like a stone

AVFC-POB I'm sure on another thread you said you didn't drink...

Special occasions. I only drink 4/5 times a year i'd guess.

So you dont drink only when you´re not drinking?

Is this out on the PC yet? And if not, will it be coming out?

Would give british refs a reason to stop being so bloody terrible.

how can they say it doesnt have a proper clock? that makes no sense

Quite a few of the stadiums dont tell you the time played on them, except on the small screens at the corner, which you would really stuggle to see. And acording to that article, sometimes even those screens wont tell you the time and tehre is simply no way of knowing how many mins have past unless you look at your watch.

[sunday] Morning [World Cup] Quarterback"]

So I'm standing with the Man of the Match, U.S. goalkeeper Tim Howard, along with an Israeli reporter, in the Mixed Zone underneath Royal Bafokeng Stadium. For those who aren't fluent in World Cup/Olympic-ese, all participants in a match walk through this Mixed Zone, and reporters can talk to them -- or the players can just walk on by. On a chilly Saturday night in a Triple-A stadium in this beautiful country, Wayne Rooney walked on by. Howard stopped. Several times. When the mobs were done with him, I said to him: "This was a great event. The electricity, the drama, you playing hurt, the rivalry. Great stuff.''

Howard smiled. "I hope all the Americans in all the bars and all the homes felt the same way. My phone's been vibrating constantly since the end of the game. It was ... it was a great night for the game, and for us.''

"Not just for America!'' the Israeli reporter interjected, holding up his own phone. "The world! My country is excited! I have gotten a lot of reaction.''

"Good,'' Howard said. "Let's keep it going.''

This was the first time the United States and England have met in a World Cup match since 1950, and it lived up to everything it was supposed to be, despite the 1-1 draw. It had a hero -- Howard, who played heroically in his 52nd U.S. national game, holding England scoreless for the final 93 minutes of the game, and keeping the potent side scoreless for 61 minutes after suffering a debilitating injury. It had a goat -- England's goalkeeper Robert Green, who Bucknered the tying goal near the end of the first half. It had golden chances for both sides --Jozy Altidore, the Dolphins' biggest Haitian fan (he's dying to own season tickets there, and he loves Ricky Williams) hit the post in the second half, and Emile Heskey, the English forward, had the kind of chance he'll be dreaming about for years. Think I'm kidding? You should have seem the look on Heskey's face as he walked through the Mixed Zone afterward. It was a wish-I-could-have-one-moment-in-time-back look, bemused and sullen.

First, the Howard injury. There was a loose ball in the goal area in the 36th minute. A passive goalkeeper lets his D take responsibility for it, and if the defense comes up short, well, the keeper can always say, "Not my fault.'' Howard, at 6-foot-3 and 210 pounds, sprinted toward the ball and dove headlong for it, just as Heskey slid in, cleanly, for the ball at the same time. Three things happened at exactly the same time: Howard managed to punch it away with his right hand, Howard's shoulder subluxed and he immediately cried out in pain, and Heskey's cleat hit the keeper's upper right rib area.

Imagine what happened in that one-second span of time. Howard got spiked in the upper ribs by a sliding tackle from a 190-pound striker coming at full speed and, his upper arm bone popped out of the shoulder socket (apparently, from replays), and Howard made a goal-saving save.

"Pretty intense,'' he said, describing the moment. "His spikes got me right here [pointing to the area below in right breast bone], and all of a sudden I was trying to breathe.''

(I have every reason to believe Howard has a significant rib injury, and either a severely bruised shoulder or separated shoulder. As you know, I'm a neophyte about this game, but am advanced enough in my knowledge of the game to know this: Goalkeepers need to use their shoulders and ribs when diving around the goal area. Sunday, I asked U.S. coach Bob Bradley whether he thought there was any chance Howard was coming out after the injury. "It's a given,'' Bradley said. "He's not coming out.'' And I take that to mean, He's not coming out for the rest of this competition, regardless of the pain.)

Now, after the injury, Howard told me he thought he needed 10 minutes to get his feet back under him. But you don't have 10 minutes. You've got two, maybe. And he made it clear he wasn't coming out, whether he could breathe or not. At halftime, a Toradol pain-killing injection in the upper ribs made the second half possible. While it was taking effect, there were a couple of saves he had to deal with: a rising line drive by midfielder Frank Lampard that Howard two-hand-served over the crossbar (and you could tell immediately how it pained him to lift his right arm by the way he brought it down so quickly); and a save on Heskey that both men will replay in their heads for years.

Heskey, a burly forward, had a step on the U.S. defense and came in alone, relatively, on Howard. The book on Howard is he's fearless about ranging far from his goal, and that he's a great angle-player of a goalie. Last month, meeting Howard for the first time, I'd asked him about whether he wanted to be the guy with the game in his hands -- like a quarterback at his own 20 -- at the two-minute warning in the fourth quarter, down six on the road with the game on the line. He told me he does love it -- but of course the idea is to have your defense help you some. If the D isn't there, he said Saturday night:

"You have to be bold in those situations. You've got to cut off the angle and read the intentions of the guy with the ball. I tried to read [Heskey], and I thought I did, but at the end, it happens so fast, and I think he caught it too clean.''

The ball was a bazooka, right into the abdomen of Howard. It wasn't a spectacular save, and that's why Heskey will think about this one for a long time -- because he had an opening to his left and just didn't use it. That's the breaks.

Howard has played 52 games now as the U.S. keeper. He had the huge eight-save win, 2-0, over world power Spain in the Confederations Cup semis last year, and that stage was big. This was bigger. This was a great night for American soccer, despite the draw, and a great night for sports.

===

One other observation about the game: Bradley knows futbol, and football. I went to the U.S. press availability 35 miles north of Johannesburg, at a working farm in Irene, this afternoon and spent a few minutes with Bradley afterward. I hit him with this theory on the first goal of the game Saturday, where midfielder Steven Gerrard snuck inside American midfielder Ricardo Clark deep in U.S. territory and flicked a shot by Howard four minutes into the game for a 1-0 lead: It reminded me of a receiver who gets his outside shoulder inside the cornerback on a post route, and just that tiny edge allows him the necessary space for an accurate quarterback to complete a pass for a big gain.

"Almost,'' Bradley told me. "But that cornerback usually is relying on safety help. Sometimes it's there, sometimes it isn't. In this case, that's exactly what happened to us.''

On the goal, U.S. defender Oguchi Onyewu had to chose between one of two English attackers, Rooney and Heskey, to defend, and his temporary indecision created a crease for Gerrard to charge through. I have seen this so many times covering the NFL: A corner who reacts a tenth of a second too slowly, or a safety who isn't exactly where he's supposed to be on time, can cost a team so much. It happened to the Giants in the 1989 playoff game against the Rams, when Flipper Anderson got a quarter of a step on New York corner Mark Collins. Boom. Giants season over. And in the Super Bowl three seasons ago, fifth wideout David Tyree of the Giants got inside of New England corner Asante Samuel on a post route and scored the first New York touchdown of the game. All it takes is a split-second, and that's all it took Gerrard to beat the Americans Saturday night.

"All it takes in a game like this is a second when the reactions are not exactly what they're supposed to be,'' Bradley said. "That's what tips the scales in games with these stakes. That's what I tell the players -- in most games, the window of opportunity is small. In a game like this, with the greatness of the players, the window's smaller.''

===

"This is what you prepare for mentally. You don't prepare mentally for making great saves and playing the perfect game. You prepare for trauma.''

-- Goalie Robert Green, who will have plenty of that for a long time. He allowed the softest goal in recent World Cup history -- or maybe ever -- which turned into the equalizer in the 1-1 England draw with the U.S. Saturday.

"He must wish the ground would open up and swallow him whole.''

-- BBC's World Cup Live Blog, on Green's goalkeeping gaffe.

"Hopefully the English papers take it easy on him tomorrow.''

-- United States defenseman and captain Carlos Bocanegra, thinking wishfully, about Robert Green.

Well, the News of the World and the Sunday Mirror both headlined their stories on the match with "Hand of Clod,'' a mocking reference to the famous Diego Maradona shot that propelled Argentina past England in the 1986 World Cup.

"Worst England blunder ever,'' the Sunday Mirror said.

"This ball has been doing silly things.''

--American goalkeeper Tim Howard, trying to defend his pal. And they really are pals. They've met and know each other from competition in Britain.

Not that silly, Tim.

===

Drove to Rustenburg Saturday with football editor Mark Mravic (a not-so-closeted socceraholic), his son Branko and fellow scribe Mark Bechtel (you can follow Bechtel and Mravic's adventures on SI's World Cup blog). It's a three-hour drive via the scenic route -- a sometimes-mountainous, sometimes-Bush-dissecting trip to a stadium in a midsized city known for its platinum -- and gold-mining in the country's North West Province. It's a Kansas City-type city, I'd guess, rising out of the countryside.

So we were an hour from the stadium, out in the bush, and I spied a tiny roadside eatery with one table and two barstools called The Garden Café. We stopped. The other three got the local sausage, cooked on a tiny round propane grill, and I got a grilled tomato and cheese sandwich. As we ate, I asked the proprietor, a friendly, dentally challenged man named Leon, if he'd been able to see the South Africa-Mexico draw the previous day. No, he said, because he'd had some work to do around his restaurant and cottages. But he heard about it.

"From the guys out there,'' he said, nodding to the bush, a endless area of tall brown grass. "Guess they had a radio. But when South Africa scored, I heard all kinds of screaming from there.''

===

In my first week in South Africa, I have had waiters named Offer and Quiet.

But those can't top the first name of my bartender Sunday night in Capetown.

Medicine.

===

I'm here with my wife, and the other day, we were in a cab in Cape Town and the driver asked where we were from.

"I grew up in Pittsburgh,'' my wife said.

"The Steelers!!!!'' the fellow said.

"You know the Steelers?'' she said.

"Everyone knows the Steelers!'' he said.

===

"My kids have asked why there are so many bees in south africa. "Do they eat a lot of honey?"

--b_bandhauer, Brandon Bandhauer, of Barre, N.Y., on the constant 90-decibel hum of horns called vuvuzelas throughout World Cup games, to my @worldcupking Twitter account during the game Saturday.

===

Five Things I Think I Think About the World Cup

1. I think if you didn't like that game Saturday, you don't like sports.

2. I think it's fairly ridiculous that here we are, at the biggest sports event in the world, and the fans in the place -- and the media -- have to guess at the time remaining. In Johannesburg Friday, the only way to track the time of game was to use binoculars to follow the world TV feed, which was being played on the small scoreboards in either end of the stadium, with the elapsed time running in the upper left corner of the screen. In Rustenburg, it was worse -- the time was not on either scoreboard and the only way you knew how much time was elapsed was the two or three times per half the PA announcer said how much time was gone. This is one of those things that you soccer purists can tell me all you want about how "this is the way it's always been in soccer'' and "look at your watch if you want to know how much time is left.'' It's dumb. Maybe that was okay in 1950, but a clock on the scoreboard isn't going to ruin the precious tradition of soccer.

3. I think Wayne Rooney has some Michael Irvin in him. He knows when to grab when he can get away with it.

4. I think Rooney's the genuine item. You only have to see 97 minutes of soccer to see that.

5. I think the best thing I can tell you about the World Cup, compared to American sports, is that it's about three times as intense as the Super Bowl. I was sitting in this mid-sized stadium (no press box, just a row near the top of the lower level, covered, outside), about 15 minutes before the game, with no teams on the field, no immediate promise of players coming out of the tunnel to take the field, and the vuvuzelas were trumpeting at maybe 90 decibels by themselves, and the fans were screaming and chanting to add maybe 20 more decibels, and I'm thinking, "There's no one in sight, and the anticipation is so ridiculous that these people are screaming themselves silly.'' It's no knock on the NFL. I love big games in the NFL. But this -- with games in 20 or so town squares on huge screens EVERY day of the World Cup, and the nation taking the month off to watch them (not in person, maybe, but on these screens or on TV) -- is some great sport right here.

That´s quite a good read...

I know hes not a Villa fan, but if James Milner, the most professional footballer known to us, is prepared to jump shit to Man City for the sake of money then football really has become the preserve of the mercenary.

Milner is one of the last few individuals who i have faith in as a footballer. If he lets us down, then that will kill football that little bit more for me.

I think its very stupid expecting someone to not go and try establish themselves in a better side for more money if they arent a chilhood fan of either team... it happens all the time, almost every player does it, so why all of a sudden is it so wrong?

Lets not kid ourselves here, City will soon be a better team than Villa, they are the richest club in the world ffs, money brings players, players bring success. He will also probably get paid twice as much. I dont want him to go, but hed be an idiot not to, and O´Neil would be an idiot to not let him go for 30 million. Hes simply worth nowhere near that to any other club in the world.

England to go through top of the group with 3 disapointing performances but lets not let that get in the way of the English media bigging up who they will meet in the final.

Was spending bout 3 hours a week on it back in Scotland, down to about 1 hour here in Spain. Too freaking sunny outside to be sat on the laptop for long. And I dont donate but I do click on they links every now and then.

Helicopter.