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I've been to Boro a couple of times. It's like something from a neglected part of East Germany before the wall came down.

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I've been to Boro a couple of times. It's like something from a neglected part of East Germany before the wall came down.

You do get that feeling there, eh? I've got Clients there and in Redcar just down the road. When you drive into Redcar you go past the ICI Plant which is like across between East Germany before the wall came down, an oil refinery and an industrial Blade Runner. Its bigger than the rest of Redcar too.

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Wonderful Boksic story from Harry Pearson

 

A few years ago, when the languid striker Alen Boksic was reputedly pulling in £63,000 a week for putting in the odd performance for Middlesbrough, a friend of mine would accurately predict the Croatian's availability for matches simply by taking a detour past his house on the way back from work.

 

While the club issued medical bulletins and talked of late fitness tests my mate would shake his head. "No go for Maine Road," he'd tell me on Tuesday evening. "Super Al's bins are already out." Refuse collection day was Friday. You don't put your bins out three days in advance unless you've gone on holiday.

 

During his time at the Riverside a story about Boksic circulated around Teesside. In a classic Armani suit-and bovver-boots combination, the ex- Juventus star found himself partnered up front by Noel Whelan. He was not impressed. And who can blame him? Whelan was a hard worker, a bustler, but he carried all the attacking threat of Tupperware. At one point during his Boro career he had scored more goals in his own net than he had in the opposition's. Boksic may have been so slothful he appeared to be teetering permanently on the cusp of hibernation, but he had standards.

 

According to the story, one Monday, after a particularly inept display by the former Leeds target man, Boksic went in to see the Boro secretary. "What does Whelan earn per week?" he demanded. The secretary told him. "And how long does he have left on his contract?" The secretary told him and the striker stalked out. The next day he returned, waving a cheque.

 

"This is the money Whelan will earn during the rest of his time here. Give it to him now," he commanded , "and tell him to f*** off ."

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I think Boro is my favourite really s*** place

At least it knows its s***. Not like Sunderland

 

myself and A Road were in sunderland for a midweek away a few years back. we got there a bit early and headed to look for a boozer for a pre match swally. we found this working mans club, and it had a queue of our lot heading in. and there were people arguing at the door because they were charging in. when we got there i was expecting a few quid, but wasnt arsed because it was raining. they were charging 20p. 20 f***ing p. would you be arsed with the hassle of it.

 

Boro is s***tier though, and i have liked it even less after the a toilet door handle came off in my hand, leaving me locked in a cubicle in a s*** boozer.

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and i have liked it even less after the a toilet door handle came off in my hand, leaving me locked in a cubicle in a s*** boozer.

Rules of Life No. 37

 

Never go for a poo in a boozer.

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i didnt. there was a some t*** puking in the urinal. i was pissing in the cubicle

Rules of Life No. 38

 

If you piss in a cubicle, man up and don't close the door.

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Rules of Life No. 38

 

If you piss in a cubicle, man up and don't close the door.

 

it was boro. there was a bloke spewing in the urinal, i kicked the door shut behind me,when i went to pull it open, the handle came off

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were you using that in your routine?

 

Was going to reference in my intro, but took the piss out of Hartlepool instead. Which was just as well, as it was an audience of gamer geeks. They'd heard of Hartlepool...

 

"This is the money Whelan will earn during the rest of his time here. Give it to him now," he commanded , "and tell him to f*** off ."[/i]

 

:lol:

 

it was boro. there was a bloke spewing in the urinal, i kicked the door shut behind me,when i went to pull it open, the handle came off

 

Which absolutely no one found funny when Jonesy posted the story

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Wonderful Boksic story from Harry Pearson

 

A few years ago, when the languid striker Alen Boksic was reputedly pulling in £63,000 a week for putting in the odd performance for Middlesbrough, a friend of mine would accurately predict the Croatian's availability for matches simply by taking a detour past his house on the way back from work.

 

While the club issued medical bulletins and talked of late fitness tests my mate would shake his head. "No go for Maine Road," he'd tell me on Tuesday evening. "Super Al's bins are already out." Refuse collection day was Friday. You don't put your bins out three days in advance unless you've gone on holiday.

 

During his time at the Riverside a story about Boksic circulated around Teesside. In a classic Armani suit-and bovver-boots combination, the ex- Juventus star found himself partnered up front by Noel Whelan. He was not impressed. And who can blame him? Whelan was a hard worker, a bustler, but he carried all the attacking threat of Tupperware. At one point during his Boro career he had scored more goals in his own net than he had in the opposition's. Boksic may have been so slothful he appeared to be teetering permanently on the cusp of hibernation, but he had standards.

 

According to the story, one Monday, after a particularly inept display by the former Leeds target man, Boksic went in to see the Boro secretary. "What does Whelan earn per week?" he demanded. The secretary told him. "And how long does he have left on his contract?" The secretary told him and the striker stalked out. The next day he returned, waving a cheque.

 

"This is the money Whelan will earn during the rest of his time here. Give it to him now," he commanded , "and tell him to f*** off ."

 

That is fantastic.

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