Gentle Gordon Ramsay has opened up his fossilised face and argued that running a kitchen is very much like being the manager of a Premiership club, drawing on his 'huge' experience of football management. Okay, so he played for Glasgow Rangers a meagre few times, but now he's behaving like the fount of all knowledge on such things and announced that swearing in the kitchen is totally necessary.
"Have you ever been in the Old Trafford changing room at half-time and you're two-nil down?" he asked.
No, I haven't Gordon, and I'm willing to bet a tidy fucking sum that you haven't either.
"Do you think Manchester United's manager, Alex Ferguson, is shouting at Paul Scholes, 'Please be so kind as to run down the wing and score'? No! He goes crazy. It's the language of the industry."
I'd be pretty surprised if Ferguson was imploring Scholes to run down the wing. He's a central midfielder and not a fucking winger, you over-blown cook. And thus, the man with a head like a chewed up DFS sofa justifies his bullying behaviour to lesser mortals.
Shut your dozy, cunting mouth Ramsay and boil me some eggs! Mmm, that DOES feel good.