REACTION IN PICTURES

“I knew it mistake to play on grass. The colour, she no right. It red ash at Ibrox from now on!”

 

“Stop! I’m going to pish myself!”

 

“Eh? Ah thoat wae won! Ah must’ve fell asleep an’ dreamt it.”

 

“Well, that’s the last Ah’ll hear aboot Maribor. Did Ah ivver tell yez aboot the time Ah shagged Princess Marie-Astrid…?

 

“Leave it, Pedro. The fucking Hun scum aren’t worth it!”

 

“How minny Kaffliks wur in that fuckin’ squad, eh? Show’s ra beads!”

 

“Anybody want to bring up Lincoln Red Imps again? Didn’t think so!”

 

“Ye’ll need tae get back tae mae the morra, Keith. This is gonny take a loat-a thought!”

 

“Right, lads! Kin emdy think-y a wye wae kin make it look like ay resigned?”

 

“Well, Mr. Caixinha, what you need to do is to have a couple of days of rest and relaxation, away from all the pressure. Recharge your batteries. Why don’t I take you on a nice, wee fishing trip?”

 

“Awright, troops? Ah hink Cashin…Catchin…that Portuguese cunt needs tae bae sacked right noo! What the fuck wiz the board thinkin’ -y appointin’ him? What the fuck diz a Portugee know aboot Raynjurz? Ah, mean, what’s the point in bannin’ that colour-a boot if yer gonny let a bunch-a Feenyins pit thur manky feet intae the untainted wans? Wur ain players wur probably colludin’ wi’ the Luxembourg wans before kick-off. An’ mind, Luxembourg’s wanny the headquarters-y the EU, the bastards thit rubber-stamped Sellick’s state aid! Ye canny trust any-y they papish cunts; thur aye up tae sumhin’!”

 

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