The Thief, The Wife, The Crook and The Lover.
"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_KopBelow -
The Battle of Stamford Bridge.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Battle_of_Stamford_BridgeThe was a
'Battle of Old Trafford' which took place between
Manchester United and
Arsenal in
2003.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Old_TraffordAnd 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 divorceJohn 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=2FmHdVzHk6MThe 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.
'Ee's not a coon ee's one uv uss e drinks, shags around and photos iz nob'.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!
He is also one of a select few footballers who has been given a whopping
£1million advance for his biography - i do'nt think the publishers would have risked an 'auto'. If they did it would have had to come with a free set of coloured pencils!
Below - the original Biography.
The 'new' suggested autobiography.
(Apologies to -
J. Robert Oppenheimer)
With it's free pack of
Terry's 'Erudite' with
'extra-hard' hardener.
Above -
Terry's 'Erudite' (with
extra-hard hardener) is
so strong that it can stick a
Premiership footballer to another
Premiership footballers' girlfriend for upto an hour, several times a month! Only a
super-injunction can seperate them.......
Below -
Vanessa leaving the 'panic' room after
John said he was
'comin' round to sort 'er out with some of his 'Erudite'.
John, below, has also secured the lucrative
Daddies Sauce contract for being elected
'Dad of the Year.
Above - the award served
2 purposes, one for promoting the product and the other letting bouncers all over the country know that he is..........
' 'andy wiv ay bottle'.
Below -
Vanessa leaving the 'panic' room after
John said he would
'pop 'round with some 'special' Daddies Sauce of his own that he produced on demand and was'nt available in the shops'.
I will finish (phew) with a few examples to illustrate that
John has been grossly misunderstood by the general public and mis-interpreted by the media and that he is
NOT a
racist!
I live in the
West Midlands, in an area known as
'The Black Country' a reference to it's
Industrial Revolution roots and history.
Below -
Black Country in it's heyday,
The Industrial Revolution - something which we have all benefited from and are grateful for but do'nt be under any illusion of why there is global warming!
John says he looks forward to playing
Wolves and visiting
'The Black Country' as it contains
2 of his favourite syllables.
John also says
'not all Niggers are bad, there is the odd one that he really likes'.
Above - 'Nigger' the
Black Labrador from the film -
'The Dam Busters'.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_F200XrPXysUB40 and their version of
'Johnny too bad'.
"Walking down the road with some knickers in your hand
Johnny you're too bad woy-oy
Walking down the road without your Black armband
Johnny your too bad woy-oy
You're just cheating and a-shagging, drinking and a-betting
You're too bad (too bad)
You're just cheating and a-shagging, drinking and a-betting
You're too bad. (too bad)
One of these days when you hear a voice say cunt
where you gonna run too? Woy-oy
One of these days when you hear a voice say cunt
where you gonna run too? Woy-oy
You ca'nt run to Vanessa she just tell you to fuck off Fuck off
You ca'nt run to Vanessa she just tell you to fuck off Fuck off..." And finally.
A last word from everybodys favourite 'Right of
Ghengis Khan' Pastor - the
Reverend Terry 'Tezza' Jones of
Gainsville, Florida, who shares some of
Johns more forthright views.
