The ugly thruth.

Thierry, you are a sickening cheat and a shameless liar. You’re a disgrace to the sport that’s made you a multi-millionaire. You’re a bottler who has never scored in a final in your entire life and you make me sick. You moaned to French reporters, telling them Zidane had never given you a pass you had scored from. You’re so narcissistic that you’ll never understand why you are unloved by French football fans. You were the worst  Arsenal captain in the club’s modern history. The day Wenger sold you, I jumped for joy. Literally, I jumped across the room, punching the air. You care about nothing but your owns stats and your own legacy and this is now your legacy. Last night is your legacy. You’ll be remembered as a cheat.

[A.N.R. : Now Thierry is a liar as well as a cheat]

Le cercle des poètes disparus.

L’humanité, selon Nicollin, est divisée en trois catégories : les « gonzesses », les « tarlouzes » et « ceux qui ont des couilles »

[Le Monde: Louis Nicollin, gros mots et ballon rond]

Musique classique + Rock Band = The Music Animation Machine