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Las Milicias Del Abismo

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  Toda la historia memorable del hombre, toda la crónica convulsionada de su angustia y su agonía, han venido a parar en este engaño Solo diecisiete años después de la Emasculación (así quedó para la Historia, todo por un mal chiste que nos ha dejado la etiqueta de sobraditos máximos de entre todos los pueblos emancipados durante esta agitada posguerra: “Se lle quitamos O Morrazo a Galicia deixámola castrada”, le dijo alguien en una tasca al filósofo de guardia, que procedió, según la costumbre, a enriquecer el vocabulario de su contertulio, que a su vez trasladó el palabro a la parroquia, etcétera), solo 17 años después, decía, se produjeron los primeros conatos de sublevación secesionista en la xove República do Morrazo.

The Euroshit in Frogland. A Guide. Oh Oh, Football belongs to me

  European Championships 2016 Of course the highlight of the football season in England was Boro getting promoted, closely followed in Galicia by Celta’s triumphal progress to European qualification. We do however also have the little matter of the European Championships throughout June. A chance for all teams’ supporters to become rampant Nationalists and make borderline racist comments about every other competing nation for a month at least. To ensure this is the case I’m seeking the views of Billy Blightly, born in the East End, to the sound of Bow Bells and a lifelong England Fan. He’s just the sort of chap to give a totally unbiased view on the upcoming combat. Take it away Billy...

The Hooligan Came Up The Great North Road Up To Geordieland. Pissholes In The Euroshit 2020? (2021)

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    Euro 20/21 Football Predictions – None Likes Us But We Don’t Care Howay me muckers, Davey Coalman here, Tynesides’ fearless football pundit. I don’t give a shit me like, I tell it like it is. Forstly, I thought we had left Europe? What the f*** are doing here? It will be like Eurovision all of the bastads will gang up on us like. Does this also mean I have to stand in a massive queue in Newcastle Airport to fly to some godforsaken backwater with me Black passport and Union Jack keks. I divn’t mind going to Benidorm with me mam, like. Best full English I have had but this is bollocks. Also this is the forst competition with VAR. It should be called VARgina cos it’s a right c**t. They call offside if your bollock hair is level with the ball. Well it’s gonna be isn’t it? And you can’t celebrate a goal until some numbnuts has check a thousand times if someone got breathed on in the area. Of course this won’t affect the Jocks as they won’t score. I’ll give a qui...