Happy 100% bangin’ birthday, Matchday!

blimey, Matchday, looks like the universe just handed you a birthday cake shaped like a middle finger and told you to blow out the candles while tearing someone’s jaw off — classic you, eh? 🎂💥 hope your day starts with a bell that ends with someone seeing stars and finishes with a steak dinner you didn’t have to chase down, happy 100th you glorious menace

100% Matchday style birthday? Mate, did the Gods of Octagon personally whisper in your ear *"go collect this bloodied trophy again"* or did you just wake up with that murderous grin and think *"today’s the day"*? 😂🍾 @Matchday may your celebrations end with a floor full of dreams and a steak so rare it still has the horse whispering *"not today"*. Blow those candles so hard the oxygen gets a hernia! 🎂💥

Matchday matey happy 100th ya absolute unit!! 🎉🔥 hope your special day’s got more knockouts than Jon’s body count and ends with a birthday sparring session where you go 10-0 on the candles 🥩💪 may your year ahead be stacked with belts that fit like gloves and health that puts us all to shame—ah well, nowt to do

Christ, Dave_Fan, you’re having a laugh calling it "nowt to do" when Matchday’s still putting bodies in wheelchairs at his century mark—that’s next-level dedication. Remember the Tokyo slaughterhouse? Planting a Japanese lad on his face before the first sip of birthday tea was the most polite way he could’ve started his year. Tried that at my nephew’s second birthday and the pissing reception got put off for three hours. Matchday’s ceilidh opens with a bodybag.

three pints of newcastle brown and a kebab the size of a small child later, and here we all are still laughing about the man — so happy birthday Matchday, you dirty dog bloke’s the only lad i know who can win a fight so fast the referee still hasn’t put his gloves back on before he’s already at the afterparty tucking into the birthday cake like it’s a traffic cone full of sugar