 I've got some tattoos when I was younger because I didn't have tattoos when I was younger, the hurt and wasn't prepared for the pain I was going to get when they put the tattoo in. I've had cancer, I've had my eyebrow taken off, I've had my face taken off and everything. I've had all that done to me, hurt a lot. I've had radiotherapy and all this crap. I've had it back again last year, I got it up there on my lip, got that taken out and all this, operations, radiotherapy and all that shit. I've never been as hurt as I was on Saturday when I've seen my team just fucking fall a bit against a team where I live. That is fucking shite. That is a bang average at best championship side. That's shit. That absolute shit. I live here. I've just had to pull up with two days of just fucking utter fucking. Well that's not shit. Newcastle are going to fucking do this next season and all this. The might will do, I couldn't give a shit about Newcastle. What I care about is everything and that performance on Saturday. No, just not good enough. It's not even not good enough. It's just the worst performance I've ever, ever seen, ever done play and I've seen them all this season. I saw that was the worst because it was against my town where I live, the city where I live and the fucking fans when they left that ground. They were fucking loving it. Loving it because we've spent shit loads. That's why people laugh at me. Because we've spent absolute shit loads since we've had Mauritius. Absolute shit loads. You can go on about net spending and fucking wage bills and all this shit. When you're going for a player, you look at personality, the player's skills. First of all those skills and all that shit. Then you look at what the player's like. Gomez. He's got no fucking fighting on whatsoever. None. None whatsoever fucking ever. Now, 11 players. Pickfatt was too busy winding the tune fans up, which backfired dramatically. You prick. Fuck me. And then you had the back four. Well, you had four players. Well, you had four men. That's supposed to be football players playing as a team. I've had cancer. I've had this ripped off my face. I've had cancer there. I've had cancer there. I've had my face ripped off. I've had radio therapy. I've lost my hair and everything. I've had fucking surgery all over my body. I've had tattoos put on that fucking neck when they had put on. But I would pull a fucking tackling if someone was coming at us with a fucking football. I've never seen Everton so shit in all my life. The money we spent in the last three years alone. Fuck me. Lest I won the Premier League with a team of has-beens and nobodies and journeymen. That's what they're doing. They won that league. They won the Premier League. They're enough everyone else was shit, but they still won it because they wanted to. We're just shit. We're just utter, utter shit. And I totally agree with Baz. I can't wait for the end of this fucking season. Now, if we don't go out in the summer and buy a fucking top-class fucking quickest fuck striker, we're fucked. We've spent any £300 million on a team that is utter shit. Cumin comes in. He buys fucking every fucking centred attack in midfielder that nobody fucking wants in the fucking in Europe. He buys them all. Otherwise comes in. Fuck me. And he buys a slow striker that's supposed to be the best around for £28 million, £28 million for a player that can't get on the fucking pitch. Rich Allsson. Start of the season. He scored 11 goals and he's brilliant. Wonderful. Well done you sir. Rest of the year. What you're doing for the rest of the fucking season? Sigerson. Free kick specialist. Fuck off son. The only player I'd keep with all that entire team is Dynia. The rest of them are shit. You got flattened off Newcastle players on fucking Saturday afternoon. You got flattened in their box? No, in our box when he's defending a fucking bastard cross. You know, Dynia, the little tiny fucking left back, right? Where's our centre horse by the way? Can have no wank somewhere, the pricks. And then he gets flattened. The kid gets to pick him up quickly. He kicks off with him, by himself by the way. Not one ever to play a good round to protect him. Not fucking one. There's no fucking team spirit in that club that can put Allie's fucking poxy videos laughing and joking and being friendly with one another and fucking Instagram and Allie's bollocks. They're not mates. They didn't look out for each other's back, none of them. The offside girl, right? When it was offside, when they were running back, if you watch it again, not one of the fucking players for Dynia puts his fucking arm up for offside, not one of them. If he didn't protest, the lines were just going to go on with the home crowd every fucking time, every fucking time. So the referee was a fucking shambles, but every ref in the Premier League was a fucking shambles. VAR would have cut that goal last week, but Pickfad wouldn't have been on the fucking pitch, the prick. What the fuck's he playing at? England's number one. Fuck off, Pickfad. Your shit. He punches the ball back with a strike as that, running in towards him. I mean, fucking, what is it? Ped said the other day, you just push it away, push it away. What is he doing? Push it towards him. Then you can see him on the camera, whacking and running to the tune fans to go and get the ball, and he's laughing away. That's not, he's not concentrating. Did you see fucking Schmeigelday things like that? Do you see fucking, oh my God, any fucking, any one day in that? He's a fucking prick. I'm not from Newcastle. I might sound like a Jordie, but I'm not from here. I was born in London. I should support fucking Arsenal. That's my fucking birth team. But I would never fucking support Arsenal. I would never support Newcastle because I grew up wherever in my team in the 80s, fucking battling, fighting, playing and fucking commitment and fucking team spirit and fucking winning things. How the fuck has it went from that to fucking getting beat? 3-2 when we're tuning up against a shit bang average fucking shitty fucking Jordie bastard side? End of rant, fucking three points. I could go on and on fucking all day long about everything. I'm fucking sick to death. I've defended that fucking manager all past that season, no more. He's brought in one decent player in my eyes and that's fucking dea. Bernard, one ghoul against who? Fuck off. I don't give a fuck like he's got good touches. Fucking hell, big deal. He kind of create fuck all. We're even putting out the way with shit. What absolute shit. Fucking rich ars and spends more time on his ars than he does fucking running around. He's a prick and all, right? I'm sick of them. I'm sick of watching my team getting fucking humiliated because it's humiliating me. Fuck me, I feel sorry for the 40,000 that gone there every fucking week to watch that pile of shit. Because one of them is in the atmosphere. I would go in there and I was thinking, what the fuck am I watching here? I've just paid good money to come in and stand here, get count, get pissed on, get rained on, get everything. And me team is ought to fucking shite. Fuck off everything. Sort yourselves out for fuck's sake because this season and last and the one before that was just ought to fucking shite. Money. Money doesn't buy your success. Team spirit buys your success.