I can haz lolfutbawler?

Over the last few months, STT has brought you the finest in lolcat-related humour, with our own special twist. Here are a few pictures of new England gaffer Fabio Capello which have got the treatment recently, along with a selection from our archives.

LolCapello:




The orignals:








The Managers:








The Players:

STT Centenary

Such is the level of awareness here in the STT editorial office that earlier this week we reached the magical total of 100 posted articles and 6000 site hits, without even realizing it. As Ferris Bueller once said, “life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

So this then is us honouring you, loyal reader, for all your continued support and ‘street buzz’ that has helped keep our famously unmotivated staff churning out quality product day after day. We just wanted to take this time to pay homage to a couple of relics that encouraged us to start STT way back in August.

It had been an idea that we’d kicked around for a couple of summers, but due to time constraints, apathy and Legend of Zelda addiction, it never came to fruitition. Instead we’d spend the entire football season moaning about how we wished there was a fully-functioning media node that would keep us up to date on WAG scandle and mascot machinations, while also occasionally listing Premier League scores in a non-descript panel on the right hand side of the page.

This year however, burdened with the unpalletable prospect of having to finally find full-time jobs, we decided that enough was enough and STT was officially born with some non-sensical pub scribblings on the back of a Mini Cheddars packet.

The only thing that got us through the tough early weeks of the creative process this year was the amusement provided by latest super-cool interwebz craze LOLCATS, so we came upon the idea of making our own LOLFUTBAWLERS. The first of these was planned as the ‘infamous’ picture of Paul Scholes’ (cough) testicles, an image which I simply failed to believe actually existed. As soon as this was found however (after an Indiana Jones-esque debacle in a Central American temple), it was a sign, and everything seemed to fall into place.

So if Mr Scholes’ nuts was one of the founding pillars of the site, then the others surely have to be the annual society event that is the mascot ‘Football Furlong’ race, and of course the lovely Cheryl Tweedy. Not since Porkys has sexiness meshed in such a complimentary way with amusement. Sprinkle a little bit grated football on top, barbeque for twenty minutes and voila, you have yourselves STT.

In all seriousness though, we could never have predicted this number of visitors to the site, nor the level of praise we’ve received from various parties, so thank you, it has made all our hardwork truly worthwhile. Here’s to another 100!

Keep sniffing x

The Secret of Cesc’s Success

Tongue-twisting titles aside, a recent quote from the mini midfield maestro has revealed that there may be hope for all fast-food fatties yet. When recently asked how he likes to relax, Senor Fabregas responded with the following verbals, suggesting that not all footballers are nutrient-shake-drinking, calorie-dodging ladies after all:

"Sometimes on a day off I go to the Krispy Kreme doughnut shop. When we play at home, I go there after the game and it's like a doughnut party! Everyone is eating doughnuts inside their cars - it's like a disco!"

No doubt Homer Simpson would be proud of his influence, but one has to fear a little for the Arsenal man’s social life if this Doughnut Disco excites him as much as it appears to. Sure Krispy Kreme’s are pretty banging on a Saturday night, but please Cesc, for the love of God, take advantage of your money and fame already and start sleeping with strippers!

Oh. Dear. 2 - 1.