Keep attacking. We are not a team that shuts up shop. We're a team that turns the "closed" sign and then tosses the keys to a man with a stocking on his head.
Dammit, that made me guffaw so much I couldn't hold my wine glass properly. Only spilled a little though, so nice one.
That was about as convincing as a home performance as a goat with a toilet paper roll duct-taped to its head is convincing as a unicorn, but it's 2-1 in the history books and **** everything else.