Barry Nicholson linked

[MHS]

Barry Nicholson is a summer transfer target for English Championship side Leicester City and the Foxes will run the rule over the midfielder in Aberdeen's match against Rangers at Ibrox tomorrow.

Nicholson is out of contract at the end of the season and several Championship clubs are believed to be interested in the player, including Leicester who will have chief scout Alex Gordon in the stands at Ibrox.

Foxes manager Ian Holloway was on the lookout for a versatile midfield player during the January transfer window but failed to land his leading targets.

He snapped up former England international Lee Hendrie yesterday on an emergency loan deal until the end of the season from Sheffield United.

Holloway is already planning for next year, although much could depend on if they can remain in the Championship as they are currently only two points above the relegation zone.

Former Rangers and Dunfermline player Nicholson rejected Aberdeen's initial offer of a new contract in January. Although he has hinted he is keen on playing in England, he has not ruled out the possibility of signing an extension at Pittodrie.

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[dpjfox]

Hollaway planning for next season!

 

[londonfox]

Well apparently he is one of Aberdeen's better players so hopefully if we do get him he'll be a success and not another Stephen Hughes.

 

[fitz]

Well apparently he is one of Aberdeen's better players

not so certain that is a good thing

 

[highland fox]

not so certain that is a good thing

And it isn't saying much tbh.Apparently Calderwood said the whole team are for Sale but then again Calderwood is a tosser

 

[Melton Fox]

Anybody called Barry Nicholson can't be a good footballer, that is fact. It just isn't a footballers name.

 

[highland fox]

Anybody called Barry Nicholson can't be a good footballer, that is fact. It just isn't a footballers name.

Indeed,he sounds like Rep or something.

 

[spionfox]

Anybody called Barry Nicholson can't be a good footballer, that is fact. It just isn't a footballers name.

Remember in the old days, when footy players kicked a ****ing ball made out
of ten pound of clay stitched inside a steel-reinforced leather shell with
laces made out of piano wire? Well, in them days players could only survive
the rigours of the game because they were called things like Albert, Arthur,
Bert, Harry, Bill, Eddie, Bob, Jack and Tommy. ****ing tough names for tough
men, them was. And what do we have now? Gareth, Jason, Wayne, Dean, Ryan,
Jamie, Robbie. ****ing tarts names, they are. Great big ****ing puffs.

No wonder the balls like a ****ing balloon and shin pads are like slices of
bread. In the old days you never saw a Len Shackleton or a Billy Wright with
a puffy little Sondico piece of paper down his little thin socks. ****ing
shinpads in them days was made out of library books, and socks was like
sackcloth. Same with the jerseys. ****ing shirts with holes in em now so
they can breathe. Yes, so that little Jody's hairless chest can breathe and
he doesn't get a chill. **** off. Stanley Matthews used to dribble round
Europe's finest wearing a ****ing tent and shorts cobbled together from the
jacket of his de-mob suit. Aye, he ****ing did. No wonder players fall over
all the time whenever an opponent comes anywhere near them. And they never
used to show their arses at one another either. Can you imagine what might
have happened if Don Revie had flashed his ring at Nat Lofthouse during a
City-Bolton Wanderers game? He'd have got one of them size-13 hobnail
****ers up his bastard chuff.

****ing therapy for stress my arse! Stan Collymore slaps his missus about
and he takes three seasons off with stress counselling. What the **** is
that all about? In the old days it was expected for footballers to belt the
old sow about a bit, specially after a bad defeat. And the women used to
expect it, and so they should have. They was lucky to be married to
footballers. Ha! Trevor Morley got a kitchen knife in his back off his wife
and was out of action for three months. Soft twat. Archie McShitt of Port
Vale got run over with horse and cart one Friday night and he still turned
out against Bradford the following day. And he scored two goals. That's cos
his name wasn't Trevor". Good old Archie. Broke his hip, both his legs,
murdered his wife and buried her under the patio and still made the England
team for the Home Internationals. Did he have any "stress counselling"?

Did he bollocks!

And drugs? There was none of that in the old days. Oh, no. In them days it
was a quick shot of morphine before kick-off and you was lucky if you got
that. By half-time it had all but wore off so they pumped you full of
laudanum. None of this cocaine sniffing and shooting up class A narcotics.

Goal celebrations? Don't talk to me about goal celebrations. Crawling on the
floor and thrusting their hips at the crowd. Huh! Id like to have seen Cliff
Bastin do that after a run down the left flank and crossing for Alex James
to fire home a winner. Handshakes...and that was all you got. That and a
wank in the showers afterwards. But it was a proper wank...all man stuff.

None of these puffy wanks between blokes that you get nowadays with players
like Graeme Le Saux and Stephen Gerrard. Allegedly. In them days, there was
nowt wrong with it cos it didn't mean nowt. They used to say there was a
"gay atmosphere" in the dressing room after the match. But it didn't mean
owt mucky. Just a bit of harmless spanking the plank among healthy young
sportsmen. Aye. I know. Me dad told me.

Sixty grand a ****ing week! Ha! I wouldn't pay em tuppence. Two bob is what
Tommy Lawton used to get...a month! And Tom Finney still worked as a plumber
four days a week when he was playing for England. Its true, you know.
****ing is. Players had to work them days just to make up their money. Not
like today. Stan Pearson had to clean sewers and doubled up as Old Trafford
shithouse cleaner. He had to go off during one game because some **** had
built a log cabin and blocked the U-bend. And that Eddie Hapgood was a male
model...though he never liked to talk about it. So I say we start calling
kids real male names again. If you're having a kid, don't even consider
puffy names and shite names like what people call their kids these days.
Otherwise what we gonna get in twenty years time? The England team full of
players called Keanu, Ronan, Ashley and ****ing Chesney. **** that! Call
your kids Alf, Herbert, Len, Frank, Fred and Wilf. And lets get the puffs
out of the game once and for all.

 

[FantasyFox]

I think this Nicholson could be the next David Norris. Let's hope Milan's ready to splash the big bucks to ensure we get our man. Perhaps a petition?

Is Nicholson any good? GreenArmyBoy said Norris could do 100 keepie uppies, If Nicholson can do fifty we won't go far wrong. We NEED this player, without him we are DOOMED.

 

[Melton Fox]

Call your kids Alf, Herbert, Len, Frank, Fred and Wilf. And lets get the puffs out of the game once and for all.

Quality read

 

[Billyjof]

Still on the sauce from last night Spion??

 

[spionfox]

Still on the sauce from last night Spion??

I have it fed intravenously these days.

Do a google for a **** called Paul Graham AKA Arthur Thacker - he did loads of those sorts of postings a few years back. People couldn't decide if he was wittily ironic or a raving loony.

 

[4-4-2]

After most of the pathetic bunch that we signed from the SPL turned out to be useless, I don't think we should touch any players from Scotland.



Joe Hamill

Alan Maybury

Momo Syllla

 

[Jeff]

After most of the pathetic bunch that we signed from the SPL turned out to be useless, I don't think we should touch any players from Scotland.

We've signed lots of crap players from English clubs too, would you stop signing players from there too?

 

[alex]

We've signed lots of crap players from English clubs too, would you stop signing players from there too?

And Iran.