The Large One
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Nice one, I will knock but if no-one is in I'll just slip it in your box ALAN.
I have a very nice opening ready for you.
Nice one, I will knock but if no-one is in I'll just slip it in your box ALAN.
Except for the apostrophe in "Saturdays".Is the correct answer
No doubt Lord Gus of Brighton will tell us why when he returns from holday, but I think Poyet and Bloom took a gambe on this from the offset for the reasons you mentioned.This was a game plan all along, the scenario played out to advise agents & their players that we play hardball when it comes to contracts so don't f*** about. I posted this theory previously & a couple did agree it was plausible.
Inigo was always going to sign.
Gus left for his holiday with a broken heart. He had lost the one player he truly believed in... the man who would have brought flair back to brighton but no, he could not go back on his word. he was a man of HONOUR (slaps breast!)... the dream was dead.
As soon as he left, Bloom phoned up Inigo and said 'I hear you think yourself a bit of a poker player. Inigo fell for the bait and at the top of the evening, with Inigo holding a royal flush.... Bloom made the following proposal 'I tell you what Inigo mate, how about if I win this hand, you sign for three years at your original salary. If you win the hand, off you pop to the saints and you can a four weeks hols on my luxury cruiser.'
Inigo should have known to bet his sould with the devil... especially one with four aces.
So Gus's dream is alive and his honour is intact.
Although a royal flush beats four aces...
This sounds plausible.Maybe, given that he has only just started jogging, Southampton were not prepared to put a deal on the table, until he'd proven his fitness. Caldy got cold feet waiting and scampered back onto the Gus Bus pronto...
Maybe, given that he has only just started jogging, Southampton were not prepared to put a deal on the table, until he'd proven his fitness. Caldy got cold feet waiting and scampered back onto the Gus Bus pronto...
While he was away scouting, Gus met up with a South American gangland cartel, gave them a knowing nod, and passed them Calderons name. One crackly late-night phone call later, and Calderon was beating down the portacabin door at Withdean DESPERATE to sign a contract, ANY contract, "just calla da fackers offa me, PLEASE Gusman".
He realised spending his Saturday's hoofing the ball ninety yards at a fat scouse lad in the middle of an industrial estate was no way for a sexy rightback to make his money.
Spot. On.
Brighton is the HOME of sexy people
Is this why you're leaving?