Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole club and everyone in it.
Fuck the Morrocan piece of shit Chamakh with his pomaded hair and his nylon warm-up suits. Go back to where you fucking came from!
Fuck Carlos Vela. 50 grand a week and you cant even remember a fucking passport. Three years in the country and still no speaky English? Do me a fucking favour.
Fuck the Fat Russian Arshavin. Sitting around in his mansion, stuffing his face with English scones complaining about taxes. Give us our fucking money back you fraud.
Fuck the executives and marketing team. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send Tom Fox to jail for fucking life!
Fuck Ivan Gazidis. With his five thousand dollar suits and corporate fucking smile. You betray our trust!
Fuck Nicklas Bendtner, whining malcontent.
Fuck Cesc Fabregas. We gave you everything and you stabbed us in the back. Sold us up the river. Fucking cunt.
Fuck this whole club and everyone in it. From the Highbury flats to the new Clock End, from London Colney to the ladies at Boreham wood. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.
No. No, fuck you, Tim. You saw a season unbeaten in your lifetime, you've got nothing to moan about you dumb fuck!