The bomb shelter thread.

[Daveysgingerlovechild]

Just got a goal to get back in it, Europe bid still possible, team looking okay(ish)...

Match Thread - Everton v Tottenham Hotspur - Preview, Match Report and MotM Poll

Was Holgate looking for a missing contact lens? That was abysmal I know he's slipped but where is he going to begin with. Kane doesn't even move and he's stepping up and towards Keane. Proper weird.

www.grandoldteam.com

Credit where credit is due, yeah? Um, no.

 

[Death]

No plotters. No more room in the shelter. Unless 2 weeks of isolation and saying sorry on repeat.

 

[JimmyJeffers]

Excellent run from the wing to the centre circle by comrade Iwobi at the end there. His final flourish

 

[JimmyJeffers]

Bloody hell

 

[JimmyJeffers]

What a finish

 

[Jimishorts]

Could be clean air and dry sheets tonight gang.

 

[JimmyJeffers]

Could be clean air and dry sheets tonight gang.

Still time for Davies to get sent off and the capitalist dog son *spit to score goal of the season

 

[Jimishorts]

Still time for Davies to get sent off and the capitalist dog son *spit to score goal of the season

Off his elbow, for maximum fume.

 

[Jimishorts]

There we go. Staying out of the Keane thread tonight,

 

[Bohemian Toffee]

I reckon we should try marking their number 10

 

[Nymzee]

Think everyone’s in the wrong thread.

 

[Jimishorts]

Think everyone’s in the wrong thread.

What the Leipzig thread? Nope just checked it’s still only you.

 

[Daveysgingerlovechild]

I reckon we should try marking their number 10

Radical ploy

 

[Tommy.]

Looking like the Holgate thread will be ground zero after miscontrolling a ball with the back of his thigh.
I've blown the retreat whistle, undetectable by those without a soul, I've legged it with a bunch of Sassy Colombian selfies under my arm and the last known packet of Brannigans Roast Beef and Mustard crisps in existence.







I also might have lost the spare Speedos...Soz.

 

[JimmyJeffers]

Looking like the Holgate thread will be ground zero after miscontrolling a ball with the back of his thigh.
I've blown the retreat whistle, undetectable by those without a soul, I've legged it with a bunch of Sassy Colombian selfies under my arm and the last known packet of Brannigans Roast Beef and Mustard crisps in existence.







I also might have lost the spare Speedos...Soz.

There’s a queue for wanking corner mate