Souness - hear me. HEAR ME! You are a grim Scotch catastophe. Your face, your mouth, your eyes, your hair - all are dreadful. I hate your words, I hate your suits, I hate your job. I want to watch you get sacked in slow motion. Not just ordinary slow motion but super slo-mo, the kind they use in NFL highlights shows. I want you to be exiled to Siberia. At which point I want to see a new show on ITV1 (you are not worthy of any other channel) called "Souness in Siberia" which will be a reality show set in a gulag. You will be forced to labour day and night for the glory of the old USSR. And here's the kicker - there isn't even a USSR anymore so all your labour camp work will be in vain. When "Souness in Siberia" comes to a close I would like to make another reality show. One called "Souness on Death Row". Starring Graeme Souness in a Texas jail. We'll watch as he is shanked by fellow inmates until he eventually gets the 'lectric chair. Do you hear my words, Graeme Souness? Do you understand my perspective? I am being kind on you. Look at the Newcastle United supporters outside St. James's Park. Hear their cries, Graeme Souness! Hear their cries! You ignore their cries for your head. At your own peril! You put faith in the abilities of Titus Bramble and Reginald Boumsong. At your own peril! Read this on another site. Made me laugh.