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Post by localloser on Jan 25, 2012 17:10:58 GMT
Tony Pulis is like being in a weird relationship with a girl. Some weeks you love her massively. She's letting you in every hole (being a bit more adventurous) and you want to take her out to dinner and buy her flowers. Sometimes, though, no matter how well things appear from the outside (8th in the league, Valencia in a few weeks) she starts being an utter bastard and gets a bit paranoid that you're cheating. She starts trying to prove a point (playing Woodgate and Shotton on the right) and tests your patience by doing things that are impossible to fathom (playing Delap because it's 'too windy' for Wilson Palacios). In the end you just snap at her and you wish you had actually cheated on her because she's clearly a bit mental anyway. You feel a bit bad after that and then you step back a bit. There's the sex (Europe). That amazing, amazing sex. And then there's the way you've been through all the ups and downs together and come out of it still strong (always being unbearable to watch away from home but amzingly getting to the FA Cup final). And, then, it hits you. You're in the best relationship you've ever been in. You're perfect together and you're mad to want anything else yet there's always that nagging suspicion that she's going to go a bit mental again for no real reason. Again the doubt sets in and you think, somehow, that you can find somebody better and more attractive to watch. Then, again, after a shit few weeks where you've been at the end of your tether, you'll beat Man United spectacularly and it's all flowers and gifts again for your wonderful, beautiful girlfriend. Why can't it always be like this? Why can't it always be so perfect? * Applauds * Well done, sir! Great sir! Reminds me of Swiss Tony in the Fast Show! ;D ;D ;D
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