"I did'nt do nuffink" says John.
Before a potted history of John George Terry i have do declare an interest. Also, i know a lot of this is 18 months old but i ca'nt resist chipping in i would rather let the dust start to settle on certain subjects before raking it all up again!
What, of course, has precipated this particular rant is that Johnny Boy is a racist bigot. He might or might not be but besides that he is an overpaid, arrogant, gambler, womaniser, girlfriend-shagging over-egoed omelette of a Barking-mad sink-estate, thick as pigshit, girly-voiced prat.
And probably a racist, but that, in my view is not as bad as some of his other traits. Why is it that only 'Whites' seem to be perceived as 'racists' in the Press???
Well, a lack of interest actually! My interest in football now is zilch, 2/10ths of fuck-all. Like most 8+ year-olds in the early to mid-60's we were obsessed by football. Looked forward to Saturday night with Kenneth Wolstenholme, bought 'Football Monthly' and when not at school spent inordinate amounts of time in the local Park , practising in case any local 'talent' spotters were doing the rounds.
Below, three 60's icons - Kenneth Wolstenholme, World Cup Willie and....
..........The World Cup! Being held aloft by 11 more icons..........................
Below - World Cup AKA The 'Jules Rimet' Trophy and a copy of Football Monthly.
The cup depicts the figure of NIKE the winged goddess of victory who hovered over the battlefield collecting booty and valuables from the slain and giving them to the victors. The ubiquitous NIKE 'tick' is everywhere but how many of the wearers or users know who NIKE actually is?
The World Cup came and went, and my team, Manchester United, won the European Cup. I still followed 'The Red Devils' during their 'doldrum' years when 'silverware' was scarce to non-existant and my peers diverted their loyalty to whoever was doing well at the time!
Below - it was not to be, however, unlike a large % of the present England supporters, i am (unfortunately) old enough to not have to wait for England to win the World Cup..Again!
Below, granny-shagger, precocious diving cheat and adulterer.
Above - part of 'the dream team'.
They, for me, were the halcyon days when most talent was home-grown, security at football grounds was minimal, standing terraces, transfer fees of less than £100,000 (Dennis Law, a weeks' wages for somebody now) and a 'family' atmosphere.
Money, funded by The fucking Murdochs' and BskyB have changed all that. It has fuelled players' egos, boosted their arrogance and their contempt for the average supporter that has been led by the nose to fund this by having to subscribe to The fucking Murdochs' in order to watch their favourite team because they cannot afford to take their families for a day out.
Below - 'Evil Empire' and 'Roops' visiting in his Death Star.
Apart from a limited South American input you have, personified, the World Cup, week in week out, in the form of the Premiership League. A veritable melting pot of players from Europe and Africa earning millions. Closely followed by millions of supporters who could'nt find Old Trafford, The Spion Kop or Stamford Bridge on a map let along realise that 2 out of those 3 celebrate historic battles. Mind you i am willing to bet that a large % of home-grown supporters would struggle with that as well!
Below - 'Murder Acre', at The Battle of Spion Kop, Boer War.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Spion_Kop
Below - The Battle of Stamford Bridge.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Battle_of_Stamford_Bridge
The was a 'Battle of Old Trafford' which took place between Manchester United and Arsenal in 2003.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Old_Trafford
And there is always 'Bootgate' - the spat between Fergie and Becks which resulted in 'Goldenballs' being 'given the boot'.
Above - Becks', Fergie had him in stitches.
With so much 'foreign' talent it can be difficult for the natives to 'get a game' as far as a career is concerned and it is a good sign that clubs are now starting to invest time and money in 'Acadamies' of football in order to nurture 'indigenous' skills. If the government can follow their lead with investment in apprenticeships and make use of the one and half million NEETS, which is nothing short of a national scandal there might, just might be some light at the end of the tunnel for somebody!
The current 'cream' of the English crop include a group of high-profile footballers, all playing for different Premiership teams, most playing together for England, all having a shared background and socio-economic origins/roots.
Oh, and virtually all of them living in fucking Cheshire mainly in the Alderley Edge area in some sort of 'gated' mansion liveried and extended in a range of tasteless decor types and style. Whether they consider 'safety in numbers', a disdain for the great 'unwashed', an unwillingless to associate with the area and the people where they grew up? Or because it is conveniently near to Nick Freeman otherwise known as 'Mr Loophole' for the pedantly expensive manner in which he is able to get dangerous or drunken or speeding drivers, including high-profile footballers off of some or all of these charges and any other offence that this nit-picky little turd can turn to his advantage.
Below - The view from Alderley Edge looking towards Wilmslow.
Above - The Lovell Telescope at Jodrell Bank searching, in vain, for any recordable brain activitity in Rio Ferdinand.
Just because there is a spelling mistake on a statement or a slight time delay in a procedure does not mean that the defendant was'nt drunk, speeding, high on class A drugs or driving dangerously. His clients regularly get let off on a technicality, minus thousands of pounds in fees etc, sticking a metaphoric 2 fingers up to the court and leaving a smug smile on the face of the new Cheshire Cat! His saving grace, apart from pointing out the inefficency of the Plods is the fact that he is the owner of 2 lovely Staffordshire Bull Terriers and that, in my book, is always a redeeming feature and is NOT negotiable!
Below - 2 smug bastards for the price of 1.
Above - Cheshire Cat and Nick.......Cheshire Cunt.
JOHN TERRY -THE EARLY YEARS..................
Terry was born and raised in Barking, part of Barking and Dagenham, now incorporated into the Greater London sprawl but was part of Essex. An original 'Essex Boy' - no surprises there. Barking has also been incorporated into......Barking Mad - there was supposedly a medieval nut-house on the site, there was certainly a sanatorium later on.
Barking does seem to have had it's fair share of footballing 'slebs', notably - Alf Ramsey, Bobby Moore, Martin Peters and Terry Venables. Other 'meeja' types include both Billy Bragg and Bono's knob-wipe 'The Edge' and like Terry they live in ostentatious surroundings far away from Old Barking Town. Indeed Billy Bragg actively campaigned, opposed and squared up to the BNP candidate for Barking then retreated to the sanctuary and safety of Burton Bradstock on the Dorset coast.......well done mate. Lastly, other icons far more worthy of annotation include, Captain James Cook, Sandie Shaw, Dame Vera Lynn, Dudley Moore and The Tremeloes. Last but not least are Ross Kemp, Max Bygraves and Eva Hart - child survivor of the RMS Titanic. Pretty impressive do'nt you think?
Below, left - Johns new 'pad' Wychwood House, Oxshott, Surrey.
Above, right - there goes the neighbourhood!
Below - Johns' Council Estate was a bit run down.
A time honoured way to escape the misery of a sink-estate is through..........football, football and football. Oh and the obvious villainy. Many footballers come from a similiar background, a few even acknowledge these roots, many do not. There is an expression...........
"You can take the man out of the sink-estate but you ca'nt take the sink-estate out of the man"!
John, with few of his 'mates' has proved no exception to this maxim.
He is well-known for his views on our 'swarthy' friends and foreigners in general.
Below - John after being told that a Black man was seen in Surrey.
Below - Terry the younger being dressed up by his Mum for a 'Mufti' day at school.
Below - John, slightly older in this picture, developing the characteristic aggressive tendencies of an 'SEF' (Sink Estate Footballer) which would serve him well on the football field with FBB's (Fucking Black Bastards) and CIB's (Cunts In Black - derogative for referees!) and off pitch with WAGS (Wives And Girlfriends), he is fortunate to have had both and a WBB (Wayne Bridges' Bitch).
Above - John used to spend hours practising his 'slipknot' on 'Nipper' his sisters' favourite doll.
He lives in a world of acronyms, he even thought a cunt was something you were called at skool. he also still thinks 'Erudite'........is a glue!
Below - John used to attend 'special' BBQ's in mufti with friends and neighbours at the local estate pub 'Uncle Toms' Cabin' at weekends and Bank Holidays.
Below - entertainment was usually provided by the local dancers from 'The Burning Cross' Morris Men.
Teenage years came and went with the concentration on 'footie' and John was justly rewarded for his dedication and duly moved up the ladder with nary a look back in anger. One can only deduce that the arrogance, hubris, lack of judgement and indescretion that have pockmarked the last few years and has culminated (thus far) is something that comes with 'maturity'?
JOHN TERRY - THE FAMILY...................
In the 'East End' boroughs, even one that was technically Essex, 'Fammlee' is everything. With it's vibrant 'mix of 'estuary English', 'geezers', 'Babs Windsor' wannabees and 'who did'nt, "know the Krays" Football was King. Apart from being a wife-beating villain, a train-robber, Police snitch or a corrupt docker the only way to shake off the Black-Hole grip of the sink-estate was to catch the eye of a dodgy looking character hanging around the local Parks or school playing-fields, no not the local paedophile, but a football scout!
Currently, Tezzas' immediate family could actually form the next series of East Enders with enough high-profile appearances in the national Press to make Ross Kemp blanche!
Let's open a box of Terry's All Gold and 'av a look inside......................
Below - quite a mix, one to suit the taste of every tabloid Editor!
1. John Terry - hard centre-back, used to be popular with 2, but spat out for a few weeks but has now taken a liking to it again also used to be a favourite with 3 but left a nasty taste in her mouth.
2. Toni Terry - bland, used to be only available in traditional White variety but is now available in a range of darker forms.
3. Perroncel flavour - French recipe, described as 'a fancy liquer/licker', a personal favourite of nearly half a dozen Chelsea football players.
4. Ted Terry - overrated, not as rich as 1 but usually to be found with a dusting of Cocaine.
5. Sue Terry - tasteless but chewy, probably pinched the box of chocolates.
6. Ferdinand flavour - there's always a coffee-coloured fucker that nobody wants.
That's only a brief description of the contents. Here's more................
Toni Terry nee Poole.
Toni does'nt appear to have made any headlines of her own, her tabloid inches appear by guilty association with her husband, his family and his friends. Sure there are plenty of pictures of her 'post Perroncel' clinging to Tezza and throwing him simpering, forgiving looks. But according to some of the Press and friends all is not what it seems.
Toni Terry: It's the final straw.. I'll divorce
John Terry’s furious wife Toni has vowed to divorce him after he cheated on her with the girlfriend of England team-mate Wayne Bridge. Sobbing Toni, 28, told friends yesterday: “He’s humiliated me for 10 years. But no more. This time I’m going to divorce him. ”Toni fled to her parents’ home with the couple’s two children on Friday night, hours after a judge lifted the gagging order blocking publication of revelations about Terry’s relationship with French model Vanessa Perroncel, 33. A friend said: “She’s sobbing and raging. I have never seen Toni like this. She is in pieces. She really means it about the divorce.” Last night she banned him from the family home.She phoned Vanessa, a close neighbour in Oxshott, Surrey, and raged: “Call yourself a friend? What sort of friend sleeps with their mate’s husband?” Toni turned to her best friends for support, Abbey Clancy, girlfriend of footballer Peter Crouch, and Elen Rives, Frank Lampard’s ex.
Below - Toni was said to be inconsolable, deeply upset and had'nt bothered with any make-up that day.
Of course you could argue what sort of husband sleeps with his mates' wife? It takes two to tango Toni! - What is Tezza up to? There's a lot of sobbing and knobbing going on, unfortunately it's not with the same woman!
Above - Toni sobbing ....Vanessa knobbing...John throbbing...
I have condensed the article, it's a pity she took comfort from 2 other women who are footballing 'ex's'. The trouble is that footballers are, generally speaking, not very bright - the only other job that they could usefully serve society would be working in the Police Force IMO. They are drawn to models and ex-models like moths around a light, they seem mollified by bright shiny things and are caught like a rabbit in a headlight with some piece of arm-candy at a trendy club. They will never meet these sort of women in a local pub and if it was'nt for their overblown wages and overblown ego's they would'nt meet these Gold-digging slags in the first place.
John also appears to have encouraged Toni to change her skin tone to add credence that he is not a racist.
Below - Toni from Black and White to White to Black again.
Above - White caucasian and Essex 'Chav'.
Above - South East Asian and 'Thai Bride' look.
Above - 'Kardashian Asian' to semi Afro-Carribbean.
Vannessa Perroncel - The 'other' woman.
Below - 'Pezza', 'wud ya?
Former 'lingerie' model and Chelsea FC (Fuck Club) sleeparound 'allegedley'. Whilst working as a humble bartender in Fulham 'bumped' into a well-known, blonde-haired, Scandinavian Chelski footballer and the rest, as they say is, history. Keen interest in football, sorry footballers and rumoured to have her own '5-a-side' team but that video has'nt been leaked....yet!
Above - who's next? Right, you've got to admit it's a novel way to pick your lottery numbers!
Peroncell finally settled (landed) on Wayne Bridge, had the obligatory pension/meal ticket child and moved in down the road from............The Terrys in Oxshott. John, allegedley, made numerous visits of a 'conjugal' nature which were promptly denied when the Press got hold of the stories and the obligatory 'super-injunction' was formerly issued only to be revoked a week later. After all it's not a matter of national security just an overpaid footballer shagging somebody elses missus. All was revealed when a leaked photo of Wayne and Vanessa's bedroom was made available and another of Terry hurriedly dressing for an England match and not realising his mistake.
Below - left, tell-tale Cap'n's armband and, right, telltale warm panties.
In case you are having trouble keeping up below is a little diagram with useful pointers.
Vanessa took solace, advice and protection from, surprise-surprise, Max Clifford, in order to 'tell' her side of the story - as if anybody gives a fuck.
Above - Vanessa seen recently at The Natural History Museum with a rare species of leech.
Max had to bring all his off-worldly powers and knowledge of the Dark Arts to bear on a number of allegations that 'Pezza' was in denial of including a rumoured abortion at a London Clinic that Terry had paid for during the 'affair' he was also rumoured to have bunged her £20,000 and told to 'get over it'.
QUESTION - what is Brown and kills babies???
ANSWER - John Terry's wallet!
The more unkind amongst us would 'allege' that 'Pezza' had a hidden agenda (looks like the only thing that was hidden) to 'target' a Chelsea footie-type, screw her way through the first team until she found one she liked......until another one came along. That's the nature of allegations.
Below - Vanessa with a proper Gold digger and a proper 'shaft' for comparison.
Vanessa was said to be 'upset' over the stories and 'hurt' by the allegations and like Toni coud'nt be bothered with any make-up.
EDWARD 'TED' TERRY
'Eez got tattooz 'an e used ta drive forklifts - makes 'im a geezer don' it? Oh, he is also John Terry's father, lives in a £250,000 terraced house, paid for by his son, gets Rolex watches for Xmas and holidays in Dubai and Florida.
Below - 'Ezza' to 'Tezza' - 'bin a bit of a cunt 'avnt ya son?'
Above - 'Tezza' to 'Ezza' - 'bin a bit of a cunt 'avnt ya dad?'
He is also 'unemployed' and spends his time, or used to, at his local 'wine' bar - as you do when you are unemployed, drinking expensive champagne and fine wines...............and dealing drugs!!! It's not as if the prat needs the money. Tezza must give 'im an adequate allowance? All that for £120 plus £40 'for a gram for 'imself', prat.
Below, left - Ted showing the right amount of 'respect' whilst 'dealing' by wearing a Poppy, a pity it's not an Opium Poppy! Right, a reel 'geezer', "I will nick it"!.
'I'm a bit of a geezer, i'm a bit woooooo, i'm a bit weeeeeeee'.
Well, it was the News of the World, which means is was entrapment. However, he was'nt forced to do it. So he was supplying Class A drugs to an undercover 'reporter' and was convicted and sentenced accordingly. Even the trial judge said he was a victim of 'entrapment'. Sorry your honour but just do your job, follow the sentencing guidelines and do'nt burden us with your fucking opinion! Needless to say 'Ezza' got off lightly - no chokey or free anal sex for him just a small fine and a suspended sentence.
Below - Ted in 'entrapment' mode.
Above - a 'fly on the wall'. You know, the one that makes all the documentaries. Overheard by the FOTW.......
'The stuff 's all right. I get off on it.' 'This is just between me and you. Don't tell him that I'm John Terry's dad.' 'If they're happy with it, talk to me and I'll most probably be able to get you discount. 'I can most probably get it f***ing cheaper but he don't know you, so he's charging you the right price, know what I mean?'
Above - Unit 4 now renamed Unit 4 Plus £40 For Meself'and some of Ted's 'mates' with words of support -
'He'll be in pieces about this. Not so much for himself but for John because it's embarrassing for him.' : 'The bloke he gave it to was someone who had been coming in for a while. He thought he was helping a mate but he is not a dealer. Ted is a really nice guy and he's really cut up about what happened.' He comes in all the time and I would know if he was doing anything. He never even talks about drugs. Everyone in the bar was laughing about it because it's so unlike him. It's not like he needs the money. He is a genuinely nice bloke who will be more embarrassed about this than anything else. 'Everyone's been asked by a friend to do a favour.'
It's a pity they did'nt all turn up at court as character witnesses, the brow-beating judge would have probably apoligised for arresting him and awarded him compensation.
Below - winner of the 'Best Kept Village Secret'.
Below - Ted, although 'unemployed', does volunteer part-time at the wine-bar utilising his fork-lift skills moving new deliveries of cocaine for the busy weekend ahead.
Hardly puts the 'fear of God' into other wannabee drug dealers does it? Oh, i suppose he has to live with the shame and embarrassment that his son will feel but i suppose 'Ted' has had to put up with a fair bit of it himself over the last few years?
Strangely, Tezza, so chatty prior to the 'incident' was unavailable for comment. One unfortunate by-product of the affair resulted in Ted being attacked by rival football supporters with his head being pushed against a lamppost for which he received treatment at a local hospital. A spokesman said 'He was a bit shocked and the damage was superficial, we did'nt prescribe any drugs as he said "i'm sorted for E's and Whizz"!
He is seperated from John's mother, who has re-married and is a cautioned shoplifter and will be dealt with later on. Mind you, i would'nt want to wake up next to her every morning, i mean, you would want to sleep in a purpose-built 'panic' room with a trauma counsellor in the next bedroom!
Below -'Ma' Tezza.
Below - how the local Press covered the 'find'.
SUE TERRY............
Below - John with Mum, Sue, on the left and Mother-in-Law Sue on the right.
Above - a couple of old Sue 'n Sue's....
England captain John Terry's mother 'shoplifted flip-flops, a tracksuit, leggings and pet food'
Pet food, flip flops and casual clothing were said to be among the items allegedly shoplifted by England football captain John Terry's mother and mother-in-law, it emerged today.
Sue Terry, 50, and Sue Poole, 54, were arrested and cautioned after being caught with £800 of clothes and groceries from Tesco and Marks & Spencer.
Below - proposed new logo.
The two women, who live on the same exclusive street as the Chelsea star, were stopped by police as they loaded their car at an out-of-town shopping centre in Weybridge, Surrey.
Officers had been alerted by security staff who were suspicious about their behaviour.
The women were arrested on suspicion of theft and taken to nearby Staines police station where they accepted an official caution - essentially an admission of guilt.
Tesco is the official England supermarket and proudly mentions on its website its recognition of the 'importance of football as the national sport'.
Below - whilst on the subject of Tesco and their corporate image. These are the 'army wives' who have raised money for Help for Heroes and achieved the Xmas Number 1. Tesco refused to stock the single at their on-base franchise shop at Army HQ Catterick (where the wives are based) stating that they 'did'nt have the room'! They did, however, have room for the latest Xfactor shite. Shame on you Tesco, shame on you!
More observational comments on the 2Sue's.
'They're women who want for nothing, yet they were accused of taking cheap gear without paying,' a source told one newspaper.
"The women were interviewed in custody, cautioned for the offences and released the same evening,' he said.
'Cautions are usually applied for more minor matters or when it is a first time offence. A caution represents an admission of guilt and forms part of a criminal record.'
Last night the women were claiming innocence - suggesting there had been a ' misunderstanding'. It was not clear what the misunderstanding was. Solicitor Angus McBride, who represents Terry, said his understanding from the women was that they were innocent.
He said: 'They didn't do anything wrong. They didn't have legal advice and weren't aware they were admitting guilt.'
He added that he was still looking into exactly what had happened, but said if they had realised they were admitting guilt they would not have agreed to be cautioned.What were they thinking? That they could just load up a trolley and saunter out as if 'they' owned the place? You could certainly make a case for an 'odd' item that you might have forgotten to pay for, we've all done that have'nt we? On a more serious note i would advise anybody to NEVER accept a caution if you believe that you have not committed a crime or secondly that the allegation cannot be proved. In this case it could be proved with CCTV evidence. It normally means that the Police cannot bring a case but in their desperation they wish to register a 'statistic'. If you think the caution will be struck off of a criminal record after 5 years, think again. I have a caution for assault on a Policeman that took place over 20 years ago and is still on my record as i found out after applying for a job a year or so ago. This only came to light because of an enhanced CRB check - had the CRB system been in place when i was teaching i would not have spent 15 years working in higher education.
The Police regularly 'lose' paperwork, statements and CCTV evidence when it suits them but minor details that might affect very important aspects of YOUR life are never lost, They do not collect information or swabs to destroy or delete them!
This is not a rant about the Police i slag those cunts off enough as it is.
Tesco are not letting it lie.
John Terry's mother and mother-in-law are sued by Tesco over shoplifting spree to deter 'flood of chancers'
England football captain John Terry's mother and mother-in-law are being sued by Tesco over their shoplifting 'spree'.
Sue Terry, 50, and the Chelsea defender's mother-in-law Sue Poole, 54, face a civil action for more than £300 to pay for the security operation that detained them.
Tesco expected them to be taken to court and prosecuted for theft but police said they were cautioned 'in accordance with national guidelines'.
The store giant decided to press ahead with civil recovery claims amid fears it will now see a 'flood of chancers' trying to get away with shoplifting.
Of course, Tesco put a brave face on in by saying that Football was the national sport what they meant to say was that shoplifting is the national sport! My advice to Tesco is to sue, Sue and Sue!
Above - Sue, seen recently on anuvver 'oliday in Florida - 'I jus' cood'nt resist all da shiny stuff, old 'abbits die 'ard'.
PAUL TERRY..............
Brief mention must be made of Johns elder brother, Paul.
Below, left - 'Fungus the Bogeyman' and, right, Paul......
Paul and John share a lot of the same characteristics and interests.
They are both 'Barking Made'.
Both are professional footballers.
Both shag other peoples girlfriends.
Unfortunately for Paul, the shagees fiancee, another footballer, Dale Roberts, could'nt come to terms with the fact that his girlfriend was full of Paul's version of 'Daddies Sauce' he, er, er committed fucking suicide!
Above, left - Dale.....hung and right, shagee - Lindsay Cowan.
For this reason Paul has left a nasty aftertaste in everybodys' mouth and is now not included in the Terry's 'Family Selection'.
JOHN TERRY................
What of the 'man' himself? He's gone a bit quiet of late and a number of photographs of him have emerged being seen with...........Black people. I wonder how many Black neighbours he has and how many were on his Xmas card list?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FmHdVzHk6M
The relevant 'clip', judge for yourself.
Below - JT with some of his 'bitches'.
Below, left - staged shot outside Hamlyns, quick better give him back...
..................................he's got his dad's eyes!!!
John has had a colourful relationship with both the Press and the Courts over the last decade, below are a few snippets, repeated just to show a pattern of behaviour that neither, age, increased finances or family and professional responsibilites seem to have added a patina of maturity.
Below - John in 'Loadsamoney' mode outside 'Wellingtons'. When stopped and told that he could'nt bring his own bottle in he, alledgedly replied, 'you can if it's emptee and just for self-defence or a bit ov bouncer-baiting, now piss orf outta ma way yoo cooont'.
"A Premiership footballer broke down in tears yesterday (2001) as he denied hitting a nightclub bouncer in the face with a bottle. John Terry, 21, of Chelsea, wept as he told the jury at Middlesex Guildhall crown court that he did not attack the doorman, Trevor Thirlwell, 28, at the Wellington nightclub in Knightsbridge, central London, on January 4 this year. Terry denied behaving loutishly in the club. The three players were asked to go upstairs from the basement bar to reception after Morris allegedly told the manager to "fuck off". Terry said he never heard the remark, but he apologised to her on behalf of Morris anyway. When he got to reception he admitted asking for the autograph of actor Danny Dyer, who was passing, and then scrunching it up and throwing it on the floor. Terry denied making a remark about some Japanese people at the Wellington club when the footballers were asked to leave. He was alleged to have said: "Why are they letting foreigners in when we are being asked to leave?"
Below - Terry and Dyer, it begs the question, why did he ask for his autograph? As.........
One probably ca'nt read and the other probably ca'nt write!
Below - John and Wayne before he had fucked Vanessa.
Above - ! ''it's not a Paki, it's Wayne just tryin' to wind me up".
In the immediate aftermath of September 11, 2001, he and Chelsea team-mates Frank Lampard, Eidur Gudjohnsen and Jody Morris were accused of drunkenly mocking American tourists at Heathrow, stripping naked, laughing and vomiting.
Below - John with Ashley, his drinkin' and shaggin' mate.
In 2004, Terry's passion for gambling emerged. He was reportedly one of three Chelsea stars, along with Wayne Bridge and Scott Parker, said to have risked £40,000 a week between them on horse and dog races. One day, Terry and Bridge were said to have blown £13,000 in three hours as they clutched rolls of £50 notes and enjoyed the 'buzz' at Coral's betting shop in Cobham, Surrey. Earlier this year, Terry was reported to be one of the England players believed to have allegedly used Steve Smith as a betting agent.
Below - 'Hero' Joe Frazier.
Above - John, a keen boxing fan, upon hearing of 'Smoking Joes' death said "The Black cunt was a legend!"
He is engaged to beautician Toni Poole, 24, and in their first seven years together is said to have strayed at least eight times, but has always been forgiven. Last September, he said: "I really regret what I've done to Toni. I'm not going to cheat on her ever again and want to marry her more than anything in the world." But two months later lurid revelations were made in The Sun about how Terry enjoyed a passionate clinch in his £100,000 Bentley with a busty teenager who had asked for his autograph and then sent her lewd text messages suggesting a threesome with one of her friends.
Below - the offending car, parked in disabled bay at a Pizza Express. A 100 grand car, owned by a person earning £160,000 per week could'nt be arsed to pay 50p to park the fucking thing! The arrogant twat was fined the standard 60 quid. During that period he earnt an estimated £1,600 - that leaves some money over for the suggested 'personalised' number plate.
Last month Terry received the backing of the Football Association after he was exposed facilitating tours of Chelsea’s training ground (at £10,000 a throw) on behalf of a known ticket tout.
On a (cigarette) lighter note.............
Indian health and government advertising officials approved his photograph – complete with a graphic showing his lungs filling with black tar – to be used on packets of popular Gold Flake cigarettes as part of a ‘Smoking Kills’ warning campaign without his knowledge or permission.
John Terry was breathlaysed after damaging the leg of a security guard he knocked over in his Range Rover following Chelsea's Champions League exit to Inter Milan. Attempting to drive away from Stamford Bridge late on Tuesday night, Terry's car was surrounded by photographers, leaving him at a standstill.
Below - Terry was'nt the only one left at a standstill.
His on-pitch 'run-ins'with other players, Black and White and figures of 'authority' are numerous. As though being both team and national captain, earning a fucking fortune and being able to hire good representation when in court thinks it gives him a cloak of invincibility - beware hubris.
Below, left - Anton Ferdinand is, apparantly 'a blind cunt and not a black cunt'. So working with Terry's logic...........he is still a cunt.
Above, right - John, surrounded by some hostile 'natives'.
Although receiving a lot of criticism and a fair amount of stick since the latest 'affair' and FerdinandGate incident his reputation and popularity with the home 'crowd' remains undiminished. Mind you, i remember the Chelsea 'headhunters' so there's no accounting for taste.
Below, left - John is said to be proud of the 'Terry effect' on the supporters.
Above, right - 'Terry's Blue Army' with some specially invited 'guests' - supposedly the local 'Morris' dancers!
Below - the original Biography.
