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Post by El Morto La Hoja! on Jun 24, 2008 12:27:20 GMT -1
Peterborough director of football Barry Fry has warned a host of Championship clubs it will cost £5million to sign striker Aaron McLean. The 25-year-old striker banged in 33 goals in all competitions last season as Posh won promotion to League One under the stewardship of Darren Ferguson, earning admiring glances from a number of Championship clubs in the process. Fry admits his star man wants to quit London Road, but will only be allowed to do so if Peterborough receive a suitable offer of £5million. Wolves boss Mick McCarthy has turned his attention to McLean after missing out on Burnley's Kyle Lafferty to Rangers and has already had two offers turned down. Posh chairman Fry told the Express and Star: "I've told Mick McCarthy twice and Jez Moxey at the chairmen's meeting last week the price is £5m - £3m straight away plus a sell-on and £2m when you get to the Premier League, because if you get Aaron, that's where he'll take you. "Mick says there's no way we'll get that, but that's the price. It doesn't matter that his best mate is Michael Kightly or he wants to play for Wolves, that's the price. "We've had two bids from Wolves of £1m and £1.5m and turned them both down. "I've heard they are preparing a third offer but we haven't heard anything. "Steve Morgan has put £30m into the club - well then spend it, take a gamble." Fry also revealed the club has received offers from other clubs, with the likes of Charlton, Watford and Sheffield United all said to be interested. "There's been interest from six other clubs, and we've had higher bids than Wolves have offered," Fry said. "We understand he wants to go, but he won't go for anything less than we've said. If Wolves want him, they have to pay the money. "My chairman bought him to get us to the Championship. "Aaron's a prolific goalscorer and if he gets us into the Championship, he'll be worth £7m, £8m, £9m." ------------------------------------------------------ Why on earth would we want him? - we 4 or 5 better strikers already  |
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Post by addicted2venos on Jun 24, 2008 12:29:27 GMT -1
Why on earth would we want him? - we 4 or 5 better strikers already Cos we collect strikers like some people collect football stickers!! Although hopefully now Warnock has gone that should've stopped!! |
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Post by El Morto La Hoja! on Jun 24, 2008 12:31:21 GMT -1
i'm willing to bet McLean is a Donkey too!
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Post by gt on Jun 24, 2008 12:34:51 GMT -1
He's no Don McLean...
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Post by El Morto La Hoja! on Jun 24, 2008 12:38:52 GMT -1
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."
...... no mention of being a top class striker anywhere.
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Post by addicted2venos on Jun 24, 2008 12:42:14 GMT -1
Well 25 goals in league 2 is hardly a guarantee of anything .... is it??
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Post by El Morto La Hoja! on Jun 24, 2008 12:43:32 GMT -1
one season wonder as well...
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Post by officergroyman on Aug 1, 2008 2:59:09 GMT -1
i'm willing to bet McLean is a Donkey too!  DONkey McLean  ;D ;D Lucky guess Mort. |
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Post by officergroyman on Jan 2, 2009 14:33:25 GMT -1
Well 25 goals in league 2 is hardly a guarantee of anything .... is it?? Oh I dunno, I'll bet he pulls alot of this...........  |
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;D ;D