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First game of the new PL season (for Saints) first Poll of the season (for Sotonians).
v Outcome to win) going to get hammered, to win at a stroll0 voters
The first win of the season
I’ve no idea. I suspect we’ll get handed a lesson, but hope we put in a serious shift. My Nipper is going, so i’m gonna say, against better judgement, that we’ll batter the coal shagging, brown ale soaked, spray tanned cunts.
PS, if you’re reading this Auntie Cheryl, i love ya really. And all the rest of the Geordie family contingent. Howay the lads!
Ooh
The kids have a dodgy stick…
I was one of the critics, if not the loudest, of Russball early last season. I was suffering from PNJD*
I love Russball now. Armstrong’s goal at Wembley was a classic example.
We’ll try but everything will be quicker.
An early season butt fucking.
*Post Nathan Jones Disorder.
Depends. Is there time for Eddie Howe to take the England job before the weekend, thus leaving the mighty Toon in complete disarray? 
If so, we might snatch a point. If not, it’s the first 8 or 9 tonking of our season.
Looking forward to GuimarĂŁes vs Downes.
Not looking forward to the first back pass to Mccarthyđź«Ł
Should I Triple Captain Isak?
Eddie will take the England job
After being sacked after we play them off the park.
Did i mention the local Supermarket beer Pelforth is 5.8%?
I drank a lot of that when I was doing my Industrial Placement in France, had some recently and it was not the same as I remember…
I used to love Pelforth, especially the Brûne. But the Pelforth Blonde was spectacular as well. If you haven’t already discovered it, the other French beer of choice was Affligem.
I was introduced to Pelforth Brûne thirty years ago in Calais. While abroad, the ex-wife used to enjoy asking me to get something she had a passing fancy for which was unlikely to be generally available on the continent or wherever we happened to be, for example, in Thailand she had a hankering for British style fish and chips. In Calais, she decided on a Guinness. That’s just a couple of examples, she did it whenever we went abroad, and when I couldn’t locate the Marmite in a Cherbourg supermarket she’d give me massive grief for my pathetic inadequacy. It all added to her enjoyment of the trip. So, on asking whether this Calais bar happened to have Guinness, (“on draught, I don’t like bottled,”) the barman predictably had no clue what I was asking for. I explained in not very fluent French that it was a dark creamy beer from Ireland. He recommended Pelforth, so I took two bottles. Mine went down a treat while she was still screaming at me, and unbelievably, as soon as she actually deigned to try it she grudgingly accepted it as passable.
What kind of evil Empire invents Brioche and turns it into a supermarket liaf of bread wrapped in plastic like a Hovis or something.
Then fills the Briodhe with Chocolate Chips
Merde! I’m addicted already
Are you sure you and I weren’t married to the same person
They’re both ditched now. 
Corrected for you sorry for your loss.
Factually incorrect. 
And when has that stopped anybody on here? 
I have often wondered why I have never seen Bob and Banksy in the same room together
#Banksyorigin
