[Dark Savante]

Ok, now we have a NSR forum we can do some slightly silly things... like, having an ongoing thread which we take turns in updating with comments and banter of the players and the staff. Basically writing down what we think they would be saying pre and post game. This requires others to roll with the idea so I'm going to start off someone take over ^__^

Gaz: Fookin ell, it's all gone tits up. If we don't beat those dirty fookin scallies I'm gonna fookin scream. No offense Waz, but I 'ate those fookin scallies!

Waz:

Gaz: I didn't mean owt (anything) by it Waz, I just fookin 'ate those scouse bastards, no offense Waz!

Waz:

Tweey: I fink, zerefore I am.

SAF: Mikael how do you say unemployed in French?

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[Dark Savante]

Gaz: We have to confident against those granny stabbing fooks or they'll do us.

Ronaldo: que?

Gaz: C...o...n...f..i...d...e...n...t

RVN: *thinks* I'd be a better captain than you.

Luis: Boss, zu u fink ah can av a start against zem? ah am in good form!

SAF: *bursts out laughing* Aye, of course ye can luis...of course ye can *pats luis on the head.

Luis: Boss, we zu u have to patronise me? Ah am fit and ready for ze game, no?

SAF: See you Luis, if ye ever ask me a question like that again I'll make sure ye cannae walk straight for a week after ah ram my boot up yer arse!! Are we clear?

Luis: *sulks mumbles* If ah waz scoteesh zen I wud play, no?

SAF: Did ye say something there lad?

Luis: non

Fletcher:

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Ak, I am going to add on later..let's see where this goes!! Should be fun.

[Vermont Red]

I can't do the accents, but here goes:

Ruud: Please pass the bread.

No one responds.

Ruud: Hey, Christiano, please pass the bread.

Ronaldo pretends not to hear him.

Ruud: Hey, Christiano Ronaldo! I know you can hear me. Pass me the bread!

Ronaldo still ignores him and helps himself to another piece.

Ruud: I'm sick of this **********!

Ruud jumps over the table and attempts to choke Ronaldo. Other players quickly separate them. A reporter from The Sun scribbles some notes and runs out of the Carrington dining hall.

[Dark Savante]

Originally Posted by Vermont Red

I can't do the accents, but here goes:

Ruud: Please pass the bread.

No one responds.

Ruud: Hey, Christiano, please pass the bread.

Ronaldo pretends not to hear him.

Ruud: Hey, Christiano Ronaldo! I know you can hear me. Pass me the bread!

Ronaldo still ignores him and helps himself to another piece.

Ruud: I'm sick of this **********!

Ruud jumps over the table and attempts to choke Ronaldo. Other players quickly separate them. A reporter from The Sun scribbles some notes and runs out of the Carrington dining hall.

lool

Ruud: Pass me the bread.

Ronaldo: *Feints right towards the fruit bowl, feints left towards the sauce, traps the bread roll tidily, throws it at Ruud - ends up halfway down the table and hits Rio in his nicely braided hair

Rest of table : Hahahahaha

Ronaldo:

[Achtung]

Rio: Wha?! I faught you was genna let me shoo' some mo' fruit with me noggin like in them games we play... like off them corners, I'm gettin' good at em I really am. *passes fruit bowl ahead to Fletcher*

Fletcher: *takes some fruit... takes some more fruit... drops the fruit he has but continues taking more... passes the nearly empty fruit bowl to whoever is sitting behind him*

SAF: Darren, would you like some more fruit?

[Vermont Red]

Teso: I believe that Fletcher took the proper amount of fruit. In fact, that was the best fruit selection I've ever seen. He regularly chooses fruit like that at the Scotland training table.

[Vermont Red]

SAF: So I'd like to go over the tactics for our next match against Liverpool.

Gary: What about the FA Cup replay against Burton?

SAF: I already drew the names out of a hat for that lineup. Later we'll have the silent auction to determine positions and tactics. Anyway, getting back to the Liverpool match, we're not going to have Ronaldo, Park or Scholes. Carlos has suggested going with a 5-4-1, but I'm concerned that this formation would require that Silvestre will be on the pitch. No offense, Mikael.

Silvestre: Huh?

SAF: We're going to go 4-5-1, with Ruud up front. Wayne, you and Giggsy will be wide.

Rooney: I **********ing hate playing wide.

SAF: Don't worry. Later in the game when it becomes obvious that the tactic has failed, I'll move you back to the middle. Darren, Alan, John, you guys are responsible for kicking Gerrard and Alonso all day long. Can you do that?

Fletcher: I'll do whatever you ask.

Smith: I'll kick anyone that comes near me.

O'Shea: What was that first name again?

[Achtung]

Phil Neville: *runs over all the way from Goodison* Did someone say they wanted to kick the Scousers? Please, please let me back to do that! I hate the fookin' Scousers!

Gaz: Oi! I hate the Scousers more than ye ever did ye fookin' Scouser!

Phil: Mum says I hate the Scousers more than ye do!

Gaz: Liar!

*Gary and Phil fight in that way that only brothers can... for the next 20 minutes*

[Howard Zinn]

Originally Posted by Achtung

Rio: Wha?! I faught you was genna let me shoo' some mo' fruit with me noggin like in them games we play... like off them corners, I'm gettin' good at em I really am. *passes fruit bowl ahead to Fletcher*

Fletcher: *takes some fruit... takes some more fruit... drops the fruit he has but continues taking more... passes the nearly empty fruit bowl to whoever is sitting behind him*

SAF: Darren, would you like some more fruit?

This is just too much.

[MtP07]

Rio: I need new spinners for my Hummer.

Pini: Let's hold out for a bigger contact again.