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And to think that there were people out on that pitch who were actually making a living.
It's a funny old game, innit?
You are all aware that the OP was taking the piss, yeah?
Brilliant cobblers down a little Dickensian alleyway near The King Billy in Cottingham, run by, if I remember correctly, one Walter Pybus....
Grosicki couldn't finish the proverbial chip supper.
A very well written and carefully considered response to a situation that, if it had happened to me would, at best, have resulted in my ejection...
I'll go tigerscanada as the winner.
Agreed. Think you're showing great perspicacity there, Kemps.
It's the milk that makes the difference, ya knaa all.
My Missus came home a couple of months ago with her daith pierced.
Or it may have been her tragus or her rook.
I've no ****ing idea.
Daft game this.
No doubt Frankie Boy will get the undeserved credit.
Ha. Chalked off.
We need a number 74.
Buffooned: When a donkeyesque, six foot something galoot of a forward contrives to nearly miss an open goal by the act of...
**** or bust now.
That ****ing haircut for one thing.
Converted try then a last minute drop goal?
I would have thought that it was an ethical issue.
We’re starting to look more like a team.
Not a very convincing start.
We'll get nowt out of this.
If the points differential is less than a bullseye it'll be a bonus.