Has John Terry....

[ffcne]

Got his blue badge yet.??
Just refreshing my memory of his
disgraceful behaviour  parking in disabled bays.
Looks like it has happened 3 times twice in Esher
and also at a Tesco store in Brooklands.
Fired me up for Wembley even more.

[Sir Craven]

My QPR mate send me this after they beat Villa 3-0 in March:


"There's an elephant in the room here of course. A big, lumbering, slow elephant, whose evening started with Manning beating him to a cross for the first which he missed hitting the net because he'd completely lost his footing and broken a fall onto the solid ground with his face.

Yes, as if this wasn't all absolutely bloody wonderful enough, the whole thing played out like Big Racist John's living nightmare: a heavy defeat to a backing track of constant abuse from QPR fans with a confident young black man running absolute rings around him. And we were all there to see it and take part in it at close quarters. The stunned silence among 30,000 home fans, and the one-sided nature of the scoreline and balance of play, afforded the opportunity for 90 minutes of telling him exactly what we thought of him to his face.

He heard it. He heard it all. And he hated it.

A big fat love you was duly delivered in the form of a third goal. Freeman on from the bench, ending their torment at the hands of Eze but providing a new threat in the form of QPR's best player this season, was fed by Furlong after a beautiful chipped pass by Luongo. Freeman quickly worked space inside the penalty area, sent Johnstone off to his right with the eyes, and then reversed the ball into the bottom left hand corner instead.

Three nil now and with Villa Park almost completely empty we were left alone with public enemy number one. Bruce had made all three subs so there was no escape – we know how the self-styled Captain, Leader, Legend likes to engineer departures from games at times that suit his ego of course but that opportunity was denied him here. The abuse flowed almost as constantly and smoothly as QPR's football through midfield. Five minutes to go, Terry looked towards the away end and spat on the ground. Huge cheers. We were getting to him. Minute later, some weird hand gesture in our direction that seemed to be him miming lifting an imaginary trophy – maybe one he's invented to award to himself. Huge cheers again. Close run thing between this or a night with Rachel Riley.

We can, and have, and will again, talk about the parking in disabled spaces, the shagging a team mate's wife behind his own wife's back, the using his position as England captain to make yet more money by hawking out Wembley boxes on the side at £4k a throw, the using his position as Chelsea captain to make yet more money by running dodgy bootleg tours of Cobham, the propensity to piss in pint glasses in nightclubs and then cob it all over the dance floor, the drunken abuse of distraught American tourists near Heathrow Airport when he'd used 9/11 as a chance for an all day drink up, his dad's cocaine dealing, his mum's shop-lifting, going up to collect a cup in full kit and shin pads at the end of a final he'd missed through suspension for deliberately kicking an opponent in the back, and that monstrous moment of hubris and ego when he stopped a Premier League game at a time pre-arranged (by him, at his suggestion, for his idea) so he could leave the field to a standing ovation in the same minute as his shirt number.

But for now, on this Tuesday, all that mattered was his performance: dominated in both boxes by Matt Smith, who seemed to have made it his mission to head every Aston Villa corner away by himself; repeatedly tricked and humiliated by Ebere Eze on his second ever league start. Turning slower than milk and with the same acceleration as the average three bed semi, he was saved from further humiliation only by the more mobile James Chester alongside him. Chester got his reward for doing the job of two men by hooking in an injury time corner to make it 3-1 which sparked a brief panic during which Smithies saved well from Adomah but eventually proved scant consolation. Terry, face like thunder, had only the QPR fans in his ear for company.

We may face him again one day and he may play better than this. He may well beat us, and celebrate in front of us, and send out pithy Instagram pictures about how he always beats QPR (this was actually the third time Rangers have beaten Terry's team in seven league games with a draw chucked in there as well) and we'll have to suck that up. He could well be lifting a play-off trophy for Villa in two months' time. But for now we have this wonderful Tuesday, and he'll always be the England international captain who called one of our players a "loving black front bottom" on the pitch during a game"

Guy Whittingham, Loft For Words (QPR Forum)

[ffcne]

My QPR mate send me this after they beat Villa 3-0 in March:


"There's an elephant in the room here of course. A big, lumbering, slow elephant, whose evening started with Manning beating him to a cross for the first which he missed hitting the net because he'd completely lost his footing and broken a fall onto the solid ground with his face.

Yes, as if this wasn't all absolutely bloody wonderful enough, the whole thing played out like Big Racist John's living nightmare: a heavy defeat to a backing track of constant abuse from QPR fans with a confident young black man running absolute rings around him. And we were all there to see it and take part in it at close quarters. The stunned silence among 30,000 home fans, and the one-sided nature of the scoreline and balance of play, afforded the opportunity for 90 minutes of telling him exactly what we thought of him to his face.

He heard it. He heard it all. And he hated it.

A big fat fcuk you was duly delivered in the form of a third goal. Freeman on from the bench, ending their torment at the hands of Eze but providing a new threat in the form of QPR's best player this season, was fed by Furlong after a beautiful chipped pass by Luongo. Freeman quickly worked space inside the penalty area, sent Johnstone off to his right with the eyes, and then reversed the ball into the bottom left hand corner instead.

Three nil now and with Villa Park almost completely empty we were left alone with public enemy number one. Bruce had made all three subs so there was no escape – we know how the self-styled Captain, Leader, Legend likes to engineer departures from games at times that suit his ego of course but that opportunity was denied him here. The abuse flowed almost as constantly and smoothly as QPR's football through midfield. Five minutes to go, Terry looked towards the away end and spat on the ground. Huge cheers. We were getting to him. Minute later, some weird hand gesture in our direction that seemed to be him miming lifting an imaginary trophy – maybe one he's invented to award to himself. Huge cheers again. Close run thing between this or a night with Rachel Riley.

We can, and have, and will again, talk about the parking in disabled spaces, the shagging a team mate's wife behind his own wife's back, the using his position as England captain to make yet more money by hawking out Wembley boxes on the side at £4k a throw, the using his position as Chelsea captain to make yet more money by running dodgy bootleg tours of Cobham, the propensity to piss in pint glasses in nightclubs and then cob it all over the dance floor, the drunken abuse of distraught American tourists near Heathrow Airport when he'd used 9/11 as a chance for an all day drink up, his dad's cocaine dealing, his mum's shop-lifting, going up to collect a cup in full kit and shin pads at the end of a final he'd missed through suspension for deliberately kicking an opponent in the back, and that monstrous moment of hubris and ego when he stopped a Premier League game at a time pre-arranged (by him, at his suggestion, for his idea) so he could leave the field to a standing ovation in the same minute as his shirt number.

But for now, on this Tuesday, all that mattered was his performance: dominated in both boxes by Matt Smith, who seemed to have made it his mission to head every Aston Villa corner away by himself; repeatedly tricked and humiliated by Ebere Eze on his second ever league start. Turning slower than milk and with the same acceleration as the average three bed semi, he was saved from further humiliation only by the more mobile James Chester alongside him. Chester got his reward for doing the job of two men by hooking in an injury time corner to make it 3-1 which sparked a brief panic during which Smithies saved well from Adomah but eventually proved scant consolation. Terry, face like thunder, had only the QPR fans in his ear for company.

We may face him again one day and he may play better than this. He may well beat us, and celebrate in front of us, and send out pithy Instagram pictures about how he always beats QPR (this was actually the third time Rangers have beaten Terry's team in seven league games with a draw chucked in there as well) and we'll have to suck that up. He could well be lifting a play-off trophy for Villa in two months' time. But for now we have this wonderful Tuesday, and he'll always be the England international captain who called one of our players a "flipping black front bottom" on the pitch during a game"

Guy Whittingham, Loft For Words (QPR Forum)

Great piece. Hopefully we can leave him on his backside spitting at the ground.

[gezkc]

My QPR mate send me this after they beat Villa 3-0 in March:


"There's an elephant in the room here of course. A big, lumbering, slow elephant, whose evening started with Manning beating him to a cross for the first which he missed hitting the net because he'd completely lost his footing and broken a fall onto the solid ground with his face.

Yes, as if this wasn't all absolutely bloody wonderful enough, the whole thing played out like Big Racist John's living nightmare: a heavy defeat to a backing track of constant abuse from QPR fans with a confident young black man running absolute rings around him. And we were all there to see it and take part in it at close quarters. The stunned silence among 30,000 home fans, and the one-sided nature of the scoreline and balance of play, afforded the opportunity for 90 minutes of telling him exactly what we thought of him to his face.

He heard it. He heard it all. And he hated it.

A big fat fcuk you was duly delivered in the form of a third goal. Freeman on from the bench, ending their torment at the hands of Eze but providing a new threat in the form of QPR's best player this season, was fed by Furlong after a beautiful chipped pass by Luongo. Freeman quickly worked space inside the penalty area, sent Johnstone off to his right with the eyes, and then reversed the ball into the bottom left hand corner instead.

Three nil now and with Villa Park almost completely empty we were left alone with public enemy number one. Bruce had made all three subs so there was no escape – we know how the self-styled Captain, Leader, Legend likes to engineer departures from games at times that suit his ego of course but that opportunity was denied him here. The abuse flowed almost as constantly and smoothly as QPR's football through midfield. Five minutes to go, Terry looked towards the away end and spat on the ground. Huge cheers. We were getting to him. Minute later, some weird hand gesture in our direction that seemed to be him miming lifting an imaginary trophy – maybe one he's invented to award to himself. Huge cheers again. Close run thing between this or a night with Rachel Riley.

We can, and have, and will again, talk about the parking in disabled spaces, the shagging a team mate's wife behind his own wife's back, the using his position as England captain to make yet more money by hawking out Wembley boxes on the side at £4k a throw, the using his position as Chelsea captain to make yet more money by running dodgy bootleg tours of Cobham, the propensity to piss in pint glasses in nightclubs and then cob it all over the dance floor, the drunken abuse of distraught American tourists near Heathrow Airport when he'd used 9/11 as a chance for an all day drink up, his dad's cocaine dealing, his mum's shop-lifting, going up to collect a cup in full kit and shin pads at the end of a final he'd missed through suspension for deliberately kicking an opponent in the back, and that monstrous moment of hubris and ego when he stopped a Premier League game at a time pre-arranged (by him, at his suggestion, for his idea) so he could leave the field to a standing ovation in the same minute as his shirt number.

But for now, on this Tuesday, all that mattered was his performance: dominated in both boxes by Matt Smith, who seemed to have made it his mission to head every Aston Villa corner away by himself; repeatedly tricked and humiliated by Ebere Eze on his second ever league start. Turning slower than milk and with the same acceleration as the average three bed semi, he was saved from further humiliation only by the more mobile James Chester alongside him. Chester got his reward for doing the job of two men by hooking in an injury time corner to make it 3-1 which sparked a brief panic during which Smithies saved well from Adomah but eventually proved scant consolation. Terry, face like thunder, had only the QPR fans in his ear for company.

We may face him again one day and he may play better than this. He may well beat us, and celebrate in front of us, and send out pithy Instagram pictures about how he always beats QPR (this was actually the third time Rangers have beaten Terry's team in seven league games with a draw chucked in there as well) and we'll have to suck that up. He could well be lifting a play-off trophy for Villa in two months' time. But for now we have this wonderful Tuesday, and he'll always be the England international captain who called one of our players a "flipping black front bottom" on the pitch during a game"

Guy Whittingham, Loft For Words (QPR Forum)

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[Riverside]

I do hope we find a way of him having to look after Kamara .

He'll never deal with Kamara's pace though might trick him into doing something stupid

Against Mitro would be an Ali ( Mitro ) Tyson ( Terry ) battle


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[Milo]

Mitro v Terry worth the entrance fee alone

[South Coast White]

MITRO will be far to strong Terry, should win plenty of free kicks in good positions if  he gets enough service.

[Coldhands]

It was 3-1 not 3-0.

Fans of other clubs all season keep talking about Terry before games making some assumption that he's past it or that his legs have gone (when did he ever have pace?) and invariably they don't say a great deal after the game.

The QPR result was the exception to the rule. After hammering four past the Wolves three days prior, this was our worst performance. Terry hasn't struggled with anybody all season really and Mitrovic, being a physical centre forward, is likely to suit him.

Terry at 37, is comfortably the best centre half in the league. He's also the best referee too.

[alfie]

Let's not be too quick in dismissing Terry, he maybe getting on but still capable of causing problems

[Jonaldiniho 88]

I was worried before the villa game that mitro was the exact kind of player that Terry would be comfortable against. I underestimated mitro who bullied him all game. The opposite may happen in the final so not writing the scumbag off.

Mr or mrs cold hands. If you choose to sign up for an opposing teams forum to criticise a post try reading it in full.

[grandad]

I will not slag him off until after we have beaten Villa. He will be a danger at their set pieces & corners. Defensively we have the beating of him.

[Woolly Mammoth]

It was 3-1 not 3-0.

Fans of other clubs all season keep talking about Terry before games making some assumption that he's past it or that his legs have gone (when did he ever have pace?) and invariably they don't say a great deal after the game.

The QPR result was the exception to the rule. After hammering four past the Wolves three days prior, this was our worst performance. Terry hasn't struggled with anybody all season really and Mitrovic, being a physical centre forward, is likely to suit him.

Terry at 37, is comfortably the best centre half in the league. He's also the best referee too.

Do you still live on the same Estate as the cast of Crossroads.

[Coldhands]

You sound a bit parochial. You're doing well using the world wide web living in the 1980s.

I'm keen to hear your views on Scousers, the Irish and black folk too.

[S.F.Sorrow]

I think John Terry has proven that he is still a very good CB at Championship level. But the key word here is "Championship". We don't play like a typical Championship team. I think he will have considerable problems with our pace. The fact that Villa found a way to handle Traore means nothing. That's ONE player with pace. We've got a couple more than that...

I'm not worried at all about Terry's defensive capabilities. He can win aerial battles all day long and it won't matter much because that's not how we attack.

I'm a lot more worried that he may score from set pieces/corners. And also that he will manipulate the ref.

[F(f)CUK]

I look forward to him parking in the disabled bays at Wembley as these are as far away from the exit as they can be.  This means that you cannot get out of the car park for at least 2 hrs after the game.

[ffcne]

You sound a bit parochial. You're doing well using the world wide web living in the 1980s.

I'm keen to hear your views on Scousers, the Irish and black folk too.

I am keen to hear your view on John Terry's misdemeanours  listed
on that great post by the QPR fan above .

[Woolly Mammoth]

You sound a bit parochial. You're doing well using the world wide web living in the 1980s.

I'm keen to hear your views on Scousers, the Irish and black folk too.

Are all brummies as sensitive as you, how are you going cope when Mitro leaves that pillar of your community and club JT floundering in his slipstream to complete his Hatrick. At this rate you will need counciling. Just don't come to me with tears in your eyes for mercy, because I am fresh out of it.

[Coldhands]

You sound a bit parochial. You're doing well using the world wide web living in the 1980s.

I'm keen to hear your views on Scousers, the Irish and black folk too.

Are all brummies as sensitive as you, how are you going cope when Mitro leaves that pillar of your community and club JT floundering in his slipstream to complete his Hatrick. At this rate you will need counciling. Just don't come to me with tears in your eyes for mercy, because I am fresh out of it.

Are all Londoners as biggoted as you?

People who tend to feel comfortable in trotting out tedious regional sterotypes are the same sort who often defend themselves with the ill fated "...but some of me best friends are black!" or "...but I love curries".

[hovewhite]

Pace wise he's never been quick so Stretch villa between the box with AK
Cutting into the centre slipping in balls into mitro and build the pressure youth will provide a Fulham victory.
Simples

[ffcne]

You sound a bit parochial. You're doing well using the world wide web living in the 1980s.

I'm keen to hear your views on Scousers, the Irish and black folk too.

I am keen to hear your view on John Terry's misdemeanours  listed
on that great post by the QPR fan above .

I am still waiting Clammyhands