Steve Thompson

Unbe-cunting-lievable!

Steve Thompson, a man who has spent his professional life being kicked, punched and pummelled around a rugby pitch really is a piss-taking cunt.

I’ve always despised rugby. Forced to play this hateful, painful game at school; I skived 3 solid years of games lessons to avoid it.

Ritually humiliated by PE teachers (who were cunts anyway, as well as being ex-Saints players in 3 cases) for not wanting to spend winter afternoons in a pair of shorts, getting covered in freezing mud, while trying to avoid being physically hurt; I really couldn’t see the point if it all.

It seems these eight (yes! Eight of the cunts!) CUNTS were to fucking thick even before they started their ritual, weekly self-destruct, to imagine that multiple years of that sort of treatment might… just might… not to them a lot of good in the long run.

Fucking idiots. Cunts of the highest order.

But see if we can guess how the courts will find. Cos they’re cunts too!

Cunts!

Nominated by: Brian Stoat

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/rugby-union/55201237

55 thoughts on “Steve Thompson

  1. PT teachers (and RN PTIs) were always sadistic cunts, and many of them, I suspect, were mentally ill to start with. I actually know for a fact my old PT teacher got caught in a public lavatory and charged with gross indecency a few years after I left school. I have little doubt though, in those pre-computer and CRB checked days he was back after serving his sentence enjoying himself in the shower and locker room again.

    Anybody who plays rugby must know the physical danger they are putting themselves through, and I can;t see how they can complain or plead ignorance,

  2. To be fair I agree that it’s a cunt’s trick to play any sport and then demand compo for injuries. Many sports carry a risk. If you play professionally, even more so.

    Boxers and rugby players doing this will just ruin their sport in the end of they win enough cases for compo. You’ll have no scrums in rugby and boxers just saying ‘boo!’ to each other instead of punching. Footballers are also whining about heading the ball now. Fucking puffs.

    It’s a bit different if you’re forced to play though. I too was forced to play rugby at one school. The PE teacher was an ex forces nutter. He’d also have us doing cross country in January in shorts and t shirt and bowl ‘West Indies bouncers’ at us in cricket. No helmets too. Fucking nutter lol. But I didn’t mind too much, His ‘lessons’ were character building in the end.

    But a good cunting. If you play dangerous sports professionally it comes with risks and you should fucking know that and stop trying to change how it’s played when you retire.

  3. If you play any sport,indulge in any activity, I suppose you’ve got to accept that it comes with a degree of risk. I played rugby for years but packed in when I realised that it was taking me longer and longer to get over any knock or bang…shame,I miss it. I’ve taken quite a few blows to the head over the years (not just rugby)…and I’m not a Mental

    PS… Anyone who didn’t enjoy rugby when a child was either a swot,a weed….or a Nancy-Boy.

    • PPS…Rugby should be treated as a “special case” and rich compensation awarded because it is a sport invariably played by Gentlemen…unlike so many other games played by riff-raff.

    • PPS….I’d make rugby compulsory at all schools…sort the men from the boys and teach them to stand up for themselves or get trampled.

      • “Sort the men from the boys”…….

        I remember having to play rugby at school, and it was fucking terrifying. The Maori or Islander boys were absolutely enormous, something in their DNA makes them man sized at age 6. It was like being hit by a truck if one of those cunts tackled you, or conversely, like running head first into a brick wall if attempting to tackle them. No use the instructor telling them to take it easy, he was scared of the fuckers too!

        Having said that, if having been good enough to make a lucrative career out of the game, it’s a bit much crying about head trauma after the fact. You know full fucking well what’s in store from having played the game just once for just 5 minutes.

      • @KiwiCunt…..Fair points,well made.

        PS….Serves you right for living in The Colonies.

        🙂 .

      • Evening Dick, evening all.

        Yes, living on the dark side of the moon certainly has it’s disadvantages…..getting fucked up by a giant man-child Maori being near the top of that list.

        How goes the good fight up there? Hopefully you, and everyone else, is staying safe in the face of the Covid and looking forward to Christmas.

        P.s. I should say now that I was one of a few on this site that dismissed the “second wave” as fear mongering. Don’t I look the cunt.

      • I was sent home from my first school rugby practice for decking an over enthusiastic fat cunt who decided to tackle me just because I had a ball in my hand…. was never asked back. It was football after that and they let me do it, I enjoy watching rugby, my grandfather has an England cap at some level so maybe I missed out. Oddly enough I was never allowed near a cricket bat.

      • I was a British Bulldog aficionado myself at school. Fuck, now that was a real man’s sport….. the only one that the teachers banned it was deemed too tasty for safety.

        It quite often paid to surrender easily towards the end. Odds of 19 v 1 for the finale were somewhat intimidating!

      • I loved playing Rugby at school. ‘The most natural attacking fullback I’ve ever seen’, they used to tell me. Most of the forwards ended up being doctors anyway – head injuries my arse. Having said that, I ended up with doctorate too (but not in medicine).

      • Joking aside (you do make me laugh, you cunt), I hated rugby at first but ended up quite enjoying playing it. Never really enjoyed watching it though. If I had to guess why that is, I’d say that a lot of what goes on in rugby isn’t picked up on camera. You pretty much see everything in football.

    • We played rugby at school. My one vivid memory was running for the try line and briefly looking behind me to see that nobody was within grabbing distance. I looked back just in time to run full tilt into an upright and break my nose.

      • It was a bad spell for me. A couple of months after my nose I broke both bones just above my wrist sliding on one of the school playgrounds. This was a week before Christmas and 3 months before I was due to go skiing at Easter. 6 weeks in plaster then (fucking well painful) physiotherapy to allow me to go. A year later I broke my nose again in a judo class. And for good measure I broke it again a few years later, walking along a road with my hands in my (tight) jeans’ pockets when I tripped and went flat on my face. All before I was 20. Luckily I’ve not broken anything since.

      • Moggie, ive broken my nose twice,
        Stings doesn’t it?
        Ruined my modelling career!!
        😀😀

  4. Yes, a few years ago the NFL paid out millions of dollars in the hope of shutting these whinging cunts up. All it did was open up the avenues for other ambulance chasing lawyers to jump on the bandwagon to fill their pockets. So we have footballers crying about heading the ball and these rugby homos weeping about dressing up in shorts and battering the fuck out of each other. Don’t like the game, don’t fucking play it……don’t take the fame, the glory and the fucking money and then try and p*nce more years later you cunts.
    All part of the gayification of the Western world. Let’s all play sport on a computer screen like the soft fucking wankers they want us to be.

    • You surely know the risks when you start out?
      Any sport runs the risk of injury especially a contact sport like rugby.
      They should make them sign a disclaimer when they go professional to stop this.
      Never played rugby, not something on offer round our way growing up.

      • The safest way to play rugby would be to have AnalEase Dodds on your team. Imagine, you are all bent over in the scrum, you catch a whiff of AnalEase’s wet shorts and knickers , and the Linekar special round the back – the rest of the team would be safely laid out on the pitch, totally knocked out, without a blow being struck.

      • Probably would of Dick.
        All we did was fuckin football!!
        One year they introduced Cricket!
        Turned out I had some natural ability as a bowler and enjoyed it, few weeks later they stopped it, back to football only.
        The vision less cunts.

      • Cricket is the finest sport of all. A game for those with high IQs and large penises. Test cricket only, mind you.

    • And yet the biggest story is about nancy-boy soccer players heading the ball too much. I played rugby for over 30 years man and boy – a brilliant game and still is. So those of you who hate it with the same intensity that I hate soccer can fuck off!

      • I saw a doco about the Yankee Doodles and the brain injuries resulting from their game. Apparently, the injuries haven’t declined at all since the introduction of the crash hats they now wear, as the dozy cunts smash in even harder, safe in the belief they’re protected.

        The buckets do nothing to stop brain injuries however, and you’d think the players would realise that fact, but the game is sold on fat cunts colliding with each other, so on it goes.

      • Well played Bertie. Had you claimed your £5 it would have been in the post. But you didn’t so it isn’t.

        Afternoon lads. 👍

      • TT RTC@ – it hurts the hands without gloves (many fractures on mine, feel them in the cold) but with gloves on the best thing is to find an abrasive wall and then just push and drill sideways until the padding is broken down and the largest knuckle breaks through – most effective!
        I did rugby briefly at school but after, ahem, “uncontrolled violence” was advised not to pursue this sport.
        Did boxing, kickboxing, Karate, Tawkwondo and Muay Thai instead – I much preferred those!
        And accepted the risks.

      • Afternoon Vernon. You’re one tough cookie!

        My post was of a facetious nature. The thought of boxing with or without gloves horrifies me. I too did rugby at school but hated every second of it.

        I did however excel at individual athletics – running, jumping and throwing. Not so good at the egg and spoon race though…

  5. I can’t actually feel your pain with this cunting. I spent 24 years teaching pe mainly at an all boys school nothing better than drinking hot coffee ☕️ chatting to a colleague whilst watching the cheeky mouthy poofy wet lads get their faces rubbed in the dirt by the rugger loving boys. Apart from teaching 6 th form trampoline to 17 year old a level girls earlier in my teaching career at a different school. Up and down they’d bounce. Moaning ex sportsmen are cunts. So

  6. Can’t wait for Lance Armstrong to start claiming that he fucked up his body by taking all those drugs and claiming compo from some cunts or other. Perhaps Somali druggie p*nce Mohammed Farah can get some dough from the soft British government for encouraging him with a fucking knighthood.
    Surely Saint Marcus Rashford will be able to claim against the BBC for spurring him on with that special award and fucking up his body. Actually, that one I would support because the BBC are a bunch of FUCKING COMMIE BASTARD CUNTS!!

  7. Breaking News!……..Owen Jones is claiming compo from his posh school for making him play hopscotch and kiss chase and turning him into a gayer.
    Justice for Owen I say!!

  8. All proper hard sport will be watered down by solicitors if this caper carries on.
    It’ll end up looking like wimmins football.
    Shite.

  9. It’s surprising they haven’t sued for psychological damage too. Being forced to engage in bum-banditry in the shared baths or being forced to sing along to The Proclaimers in a ‘rugger’ pub. All ironic, of course. What a relief not to have to endure this shit game. Next the fans will be sueing for having to pretend to enjoy these fat, talentless cunts squeeze each other’s arses for 80 minutes.

    An achingly dull game played by closet fâggots.

  10. Rugby, my school played it, made me play it, until some toff twat took me down with a hard tackle and winded me. How he laughed, until I got up and have him a few digs.

    Wasn’t allowed to play rugby anymore, wrong temperament.

    Turns out to be the sport of closet queens anyway.

  11. I played rugby at school…..always wanted to be the bloke who ran with the ball and dodged around geezers, made them look like cunts. But because I was a stocky kid they made me play hooker. So I was stuck in the scrum, completely defenceless, while cunts punched me In the face. By the time I got off the floor the play was over and I never got to run with the ball.
    Some years later at work, in the staff room, every Monday morning these rugby wankers would be bragging about their Saturday spent punching defenceless cunts like me in the scrum like they were Ronnie fucking Kray or something. I’ve hated rugby wankers ever since. Cowards and braggarts in my experience. Posh wankers who would run away from a proper fight. Fuck ‘em.

  12. I played Union at my comprehensive school back in the late 70s – a time when the rules were far more easier to understand.

    I wasn’t too bad to be honest. Got chosen for various interschools competitions, and could definitely hold my own against bigger more aggressive cunts if you knew how to outfox them.

    By the same token however, it took its toll, especially when teachers from other subjects wouldn’t accept my valid excuses of being injured, battle-scared or just being shagged out after match, after match after match.

    So I knocked it on the head in 6th form to focus on my A levels. And over the years, have gradually lost interest in Union (and its ever changing set of rules), and moved onto League.

    That said, there was always one professional player from Union that I greatly admired – Jonah Lomu! I watched some his games for the All Blacks (can I still say that?) against England in the early 90s, and he just sliced through England’s backs like a hot knife through butter. Unstoppable.

    Shocked when he died of a heart attack aged 40 in 2015.

    As for player moaning about injuries! Fuck them, they knew the risks. Perhaps we should turn the sport into a variation of American Football, with helmets and shoulder pads!

  13. The players themselves – particularly England’s elite cunts – seem to have taken matters into their own hands – (or not, as the case may be).

    I gave up watching the last England match, against France, because all they were doing was kicking the ball back and forwards between themselves.

    Load of wank.

  14. Billions paid out in compo would at least put the skids under the despised football Premier League. (see also yesterday’s cuntings).

    The prospect of absentee foreign club owners in particular having to shell out personally when it’s all just an investment to them is one to savour.

  15. If sport enters any deeper into the sordid world of the compo-culture, then it will kill sport stone dead.

    Schools, amateur and semi-pro clubs in any contact sport would probably back away from carrying on for fear of being sued, unless players signed some kind of disclaimer/waiver.

  16. Our PE teacher had little man complex syndrome thingy. We only played rugby ( if memory serves me correctly it being 40 years ago now) when the ground was as hard as fucking concrete with the mud churned up into stalagmites so every time some cunt threw the ball to me ( I was fast but a scrawny cunt back then) I would run for my life as the opposition invariably had the 2 school bullies built like tanks and as mean as a caged rabid dog having its gonads pierced by red hot needles. It was a game within a game sometimes I would manage to evade and sometimes I would end up face down concussed.
    Also this cunt of a pe teacher never let you wear tracksuit bottoms so your legs ended up looking like you’d been dragged though a thorn bush.

  17. Being in the school football team, we had extra training and conditioning in the gym.
    The main coach was an ex pro footballer and was a decent lad. The cunt who did gym conditioning was more like an old school army pt instructor.

    His favourite trick was to fit on top of the wall bars, with a medicine ball in his hands, then lob it to land next to you as a warning, if he thought you were slacking or pissing about.

    One day, he lobbed it at me, the cunt-for not going press ups fast enough-it pushed my face into the gym floor with such force, I had a bruised forehead and a gushing nosebleed.
    He shit himself-being a cunt, I didn’t report him or complain.

    I learned that he repeated his trick a few years after I left that school-resulting in police intervention and his sacking.

    With regards to rugger-buggers-usually the cubes who were too slow fir football and as said on here, closet bummers😉

    A mate of mine used to organise rugger tours-any grown man who thinks shoving a chocolate bar up someone’s arse, then making someone else eat it, is highly fucking suspicious 😂

    Morning Sir Fiddler / DCI Gene👍😉

    • EEEW! – Imagine all those calories! 😃
      Well, nowt for it, it’s stopped snowing so out shopping then a slither to The pub to check my Christmas and new Years eve jollity are sorted – and throwing caution to the winds I have invested in a new toilet seat, I cracked the old one doing some DIY and Miss busty got her botty nipped by the cracked bit! 🤣

      • DIY?
        Wanking on the lavvy is a road to perdition 😂
        Stick to busty barmaids Vern-although certain positions with mamnarily gifted girlies can be as dangerous as any “contact” sport😉👍

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