inbunco come on- guilty until proven innocent in bullshit. even you know that. why are you so full of shit inbunco? of all you said that took the cake.
how far will you go to try and justify your statements??
dammit man at least address the points i make.
and yeah i made a "claim" that berlusconi uses his influence directly or otherwise- unethically for the benefit of his team. that was the general point i was trying to make. and i thought it would be amusing to see what you inbunco make of it. however expecting you to understand was clearly asking you to "walk" before you could "crawl"
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So then why do your fans act superior?!!! OK HYDDE I'm too tired to argue...cheers lets crack open a beer! Cervesa per favore
look at you coming in here trying to prove milan's superiority. with all the spare time you have, look around these forums to find a specific example where any of us behaved like we were superior. stark contrast isnt it? then again i wont place my expectations of you too high. come back for any questions inbunco.
i honestly believe that juventus- the board, the fans, the players are among the most humble. they are so not because they act humble. they just dont trash-talk, and rant and whine, and complain. they are among the most professional in the whole of italy. yeah. which is more than can be said of even ac milan's galliani and co.
honestly id like you to provide examples of calls against us. like video evidence and all. if i see it myself i will agree with you without a doubt. because its just plain funny to see you claim so much, and waste so much of your time and energy on fruitless pursuits just because you think something is "up"
even the thought of you reviewing ref decisions from 1979 onwards is hilarious!
Once again josh rides off into the sunset on his midget pony- marissa, his sensual blue eyes shooting lasers at aliens, and his spurs shaped like daisies whistling showtunes as they spin in the wind. All the way back to 1979.....
On the way I find Berlusconi, shag his daughters for a sixpence each, and stop by the post office to send my weekly bribe to every referee in Italy. Via Western Union no less.
I get out the post office to find a hillbilly-broad fondling the tail of my midget pony, and promptly get my six-shooters out and punch holes through her plump body. I kiss my smoking weapons nonchalantly and holster em both.
"Lets go home marissa"
"Neeiiighhhh"
"I know buddy. I know."