The Young Guvnors book

looking forward to the russian and french translated versions of zorg's book recounting his and his old man's dust up with telford's finest.

Originally Posted by Jack Duckworth

looking forward to the russian and french translated versions of zorg's book recounting his and his old man's dust up with telford's finest.

The best of these are the ones that try to be literary and psychoanalytical about it, like 'Among the Thugs.'

There is not murder or rage or even anger in his eye; there is nothing. It is black like the flint in a Khmer cave in deepest Cambodia, seeing all but feeling nothing. It is black like the Sheffield skies that lorded above him as he learned life's lessons as a boy: take what you can. Nobody will give. And above all, stand your ground. Never run.


£#%&! off.

Originally Posted by carlosartorial

Or alternatively, if men are going to fight about anything in life then it may as well be about football.

It's not my bag but if you remove the threat of potential violence and antagonism from football, we might as well pack it in and go and watch ice hockey at the MEN.

you aren't serious, are you?

Originally Posted by forzagarza

surely failing to understand humanity and why men have a desire to be tribal and commit violence against others relates to a distinct lack of developed frontal lobes.

no i understand that. i also understand that most people (not all) who engage in mindless weekend thuggery are £#%&!ing morons.

Originally Posted by Grimson

There is not murder or rage or even anger in his eye; there is nothing. It is black like the flint in a Khmer cave in deepest Cambodia, seeing all but feeling nothing. It is black like the Sheffield skies that lorded above him as he learned life's lessons as a boy: take what you can. Nobody will give. And above all, stand your ground. Never run.

Bosh, bang, wallop. Ave iiiiiit yoo cants!

Originally Posted by elhombre

you aren't serious, are you?

No, I'm on a gigantic wind-up.

Originally Posted by carlosartorial

No, I'm on a gigantic wind-up.

thought as much. phew.

Football violence isn't for me, it never was, but i'll say this 'I wouldn`t have relished the prospect of bumping into Mikey Francis and the Cool Cats in a dark alley in the late 70's and early 80's after a derby.'