Dear "other teams" Fans : Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:45 am
We all love you popping in and making our baord the most interesting and successful in the league, but frankly some of you are reducing the quality a little. At the moment we have the after match debate regarding the Friday game at Sunt Ellins. For some reason several of you scousers have decided to take time off from robbing houses and ram raiding branches of Comet to (or in the case of Saddened from posting page after page of uninformed drivel on the Sin Bin in his pointless feud with Uber Troll Dally/Dave Titan).
Well here's the thing, unlike every other clubs supporters after a defeat the "Whinos" have not started a single thread bagging the ref, or fanatasising how all Saints tries came from lucky bounces or outragous luck (Rogues Gallery knows where I am coming from). We have all taken it on the chin and accepted that on the night -even though the scoreline was close on paper we were outplayed and the better team on the night picked up the points. We all enjoyed the game and are looking forward to the next one.
But that's not good enough for you lot. Ryan Bailey puts in the kind of hit that if Sonny Bill Williams had carried out would have had half of you keyboard warriors making sticky white stains on your keyboards and you can't take it. Sure those of you with brains (not too many, but statistically every sh!thole must have some - it's just maths) have not made a fuss, but the rest of you - along with an army of numbnuts from under every putrid slime covered rock in cyber space have oozed out with your hatred.
Facts: as unconfortable as they are Ryan Bailey has as good a disciplinary record as they come - one yellow card for a prop in 5 full seasons is hardly "thug" material. His penalty count is average and combined with the number of penalties he wins makes him less of a liabilty than say a key player who gets himself suspended for most of a season for betting against his own team?
So it's been nice having you over this weekend, but just like having some friends over to stay for the first time and realising that although on the surface you seem to have lots in common, you find out that after a few beers that they are in fact raving lunatics and you never want to see them again, it's Sunday morning and time for you to all F*** Off home.