One of the most famous quotations of Hull City's season, spoken by a man who now, with some irony, could find himself on the receiving end of the same sentence this weekend.
Marlon King was heard and lipread shouting it in celebration to the Tiger Nation after scoring the third and final goal in City's 3-0 win at West Bromwich Albion back in October. It was a mesmerising fourth consecutive win as City began their inaugural Premier League season at a hundred miles per hour and are still, mercifully, able to live off that exceptional start to this day.
King is now a Middlesbrough player and will face the Tigers at the Riverside Stadium this weekend. Talented but complex, he burned a bridge too many at the KC Stadium despite a selfless and occasionally superb contribution on the field, with incidents involving Dean Windass and a casino leading him towards his slippery slope.
The final straw for Phil Brown came when King was left out of the team against Arsenal at the KC in January and reacted in a manner which displeased his manager. We never saw him again and his parent club Wigan Athletic allowed him to start a fresh loan at Middlesbrough. It's maybe as notable that Steve Bruce has had no inclination to bring King back to his parent club, even after selling Emile Heskey.
King cuts a strained, intense figure on the football field. He's skilful and industrious but a level of arrogance beyond even his considerable capabilities seemed to envelop his whole persona on the park. The eyeballing and yelling at the front row of Tigers fans at the Hawthorns was one incident; his purposeful strutting and finger pointing after getting his second goal at Newcastle United back in September was another.
Another irony is that King's final goal for the Tigers came against the club for whom he now plays. He scored a late penalty against Middlesbrough at the KC in December - after a foul that all sportspersons acknowledge should not have been allowed to happen - and City won it 2-1 as a consequence. Nobody could foresee King's forthcoming arrival at Middlesbrough, of course, but having bitten a hand which would later feed him, he is now in a position this weekend to take the more traditional route of biting the hand that used to feed.
There's absolutely no doubt that King will get some stick from the City fans. Rucks with other players and bragging about a £19,000 watch all form part of the King legend, a legend which is distinctly unlikeable but will bother him not in the slightest. If he scores at the end where the Tiger Nation is seated, one can't begin to imagine the wind-up tactics he will employ in a dual act of celebration and provocation.
It will be a good test of his general professionalism this weekend, with the chippier characters like Ian Ashbee and Craig Fagan undoubtedly hoping to rile their former colleague. Ashbee, the great captain and gamesman, managed to send Danny Mills gloriously over the edge at Charlton two seasons ago after objecting to his disruptiveness at the KC, but King isn't so much of a loose cannon on the pitch and, whatever unsavouriness exists away from the field of play, he is usually a disciplined figure when playing.
He hasn't been a roaring success at Middlesbrough, who in turn are in trouble almost beyond rescue, but he is still a useful and matchwinning player and City need to make sure that if they can't stop him being an active participant, they must at least stop him being an influence. If they manage this and take the points, then King's outburst of joy and disrespect at West Bromwich Albion will contain an ironic, important truth.
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