Well that was a load of ****e.
Firstly, Leeds, and I would surmise most of England, seems to be full of ugly women who sound like blokes, toothless men with shaved heads, and - get this - they drink a warm liquid called 'ale' that tops out at 3.8% ABV


Clearly a nation of rampant ****s.
Secondly, the football was woeful at best. As a technically-gifted box-to-box midfielder (I was known as Maverick by my team mates) with experience of winning trophies on the pitch, and as a forward-thinking gaffer having learned my trade on the continent (I was known as Jock Bielsa for my intensive, all-action style of play I
anally drilled in to my young team) where I also enjoyed extensive experience of winning. As I stood in the NE stand, surrounded by genetically inferior scum, I knew then that the English will always be seen as a joke country, particularly in sporting terms - in a way, it was actually quite sad to see. We all enjoy a joke with one another, but to be there, in amongst it, I really felt like a war-time photographer, witnessing harrowing scenes, probably scarred mentally, but not physically because, again, Nigels can't fight.
Thirdly, very surprised to see how revered Jimmy Savile is in the city centre and surrounding areas. Lots of graffiti such as [HASHTAG]#SavileWasSetUp[/HASHTAG] and [HASHTAG]#EnglishNoncesUnite[/HASHTAG]. Even saw a [HASHTAG]#SpurlockSmellsLikeCurriedMinge[/HASHTAG]
@bucks_is_leeds wrote it though when we were in The Darkie Prince showing the Nigels my penis, and also how to drink.
Alas, 2 days amongst the poor, dishevelled detritus of Nigel society was enough for this successful, handsome, part-time homosexual. I shall not return any time soon, at least until they get rid of the Hamilton Accies.
Kind regards,
Anton McPape
22 years young
Gallowgate
Glasgow
Scotland