I very much welcome the kind offer and will indeed take avail of it, however I must insist the quarter of a million quid be donated to charity.
DON'T MENTION THE
WAR ( GOAL )
Hello Herr McCleery's
I are not very happy withs your
website, it no good, ya? You sees, me look at it for infromotion
on my squader team, der Bayern Munich and me's gets angry at being
your picture of the Ole Gunnar, balling the net past der goalmeister
in zerflunger minute. Removes the offender image, ya dis good?
Or me contaminate der reservoirs of shwunten major city in der
Englander states with a ebola virus.
Yours sincerely
Gunthar Munchenglunchengladbach
Munich
McCleery Reply
Ho-ho, I'm certainly not drinking
tap water this week with you crazy characters about.
GO FOX YOURSELF
Greetings to McCleery's Manchester
united Zone
I can't understand why Manchester
United don't buy more Leicester City players.We must make do with
David Beckham when surely Steve Guppy is a much better crosser
of the ball. Veron is nothing to Robbie Savage and Muzzy Izzet could
take out Keano any day.
Yours sincerely
Mrs Deirdre Cheesemerchant
Jakarta
Indonesia
McCleery Reply
Agreed, you can never have to many
Leicester players in your team and the sooner we shed our team
of these treble winning turkeys for midlands super foxes, the
better.
BRING IN LAWRO
Hello McCleery
Fergies successor? Theres only one man for the job, BBC pundit Mark Lawrenson. Sure, admittedly he has no idea about tactics, players and organisational skills or indeed any managerial experience whatsoever. However his hugely charismatic character and laugh-a-minute style would inspire any team to a sackful of trophies.
Yours sincerely,
Mr A Hansen
140 Rodentville Avenue
London
McCleery Reply
Are you out of your tiny brain? When Mark Lawrenson appears on Match of the Day you can almost hear the words "Twat" and "Squeaky Tosser" drifting through the air as millions of viewers shout at their televisions.
SOIL MYSTERY
Hello McCleery
I wonder if you could help me solve
a rather strange mystery that has been bothering me.I awoke in
my underwear last Sunday morning in the middle of Norwich town
centre, having soiled myself heavily and my wallet empty of the
£100 I had the night before. A curious yellow crust was
apparent in my hair and my mouth tasted like someone had emptied
the contents of a budgies cage into it.Could you,wise McCleery,
shed further light on this strange occurance?
Yours sincerely
Rt Hon Sir Jeffrey Todger-Smyth MP
Westminster
London
McCleery Reply
Very baffling and sinister, macabre
even. Perhaps it was alien abduction and they took you up to their
mothercraft and inserted a tracking device in your arse.You'll
need (or get a friend) to check your bowls for a silver probelike
object and if so dispose of the object.